Chapter 8

My swing gently started to swing back and forth in the winter air, but I wasn’t cold.
A small smile appeared on my face.
"Hi." He said sweetly. An echo was heard.
"Hi." I said back.
"I love you." He smiled as he pushed my swing.
"Where are you?" I asked a small tear coming down my cheek.
"I’m on my way." He said still echoing.
It felt as though we were the only two in the world.
"You have to hurry." I said softly.
"I’m on my way.." He said again.

 The swing stopped.

I see a light.

It’s bright and welcoming.

It’s the sun, staring into my eyes with a warm sensation in the dead of winter from my window.

I’m alive?

I’m on my way.

I smell the air and it is stale, almost putrid.

My body lay still as I looked around my newly bright room.

The number of band t shirts is unreal and the alcohol bottles that just lay sprawled around my room.

I realized then I had puked all over myself.

Thank you my love, for even though we have not met, you saved me.

I peeled myself off my bed and tore the sticky clothes off tossing them on the floor in a disgusted manor.

I looked in the mirror at my cold blue eyes and dark curls unruly in my hair.

I’m beautiful, but why do I feel so ugly?

I think every teenage girl asks themselves this question.

But they’re not me.

I put my leopard bathrobe on and walked into the bathroom attached to my room and ran a hot bath.

I dipped my feet into the steaming water and lowered my body in.

I’m on my way run through my head as I submerged my head under the water.

I was sitting on my bed with Holly and Grace when Hayden texted me.

Hey whats up

Nothing, at my house with Holly and Grace.

Cool. Can we talk?

What about?

Us?

There is no us. There’s just me who stupidly fell for you.

I know, but we’ve been friends for awhile and I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Why wouldn’t I be?

Cause of Baily, my girlfriend.

I don’t care, Hayden.

I lied.

It was killing me on the inside, but I will not die.

My love is on his way.

I threw my phone down and ran a hand through my hair.

“What’s wrong Bell?” Grace asked concerned before taking another drag off her cigarette.

My room was a mess and filled with smoke.

So much smoke it was almost hard to breath.

“It’s nothing.” I said looking up at her. “Have you guys met Baily yet?”

Holly snapped her head over at me making her red hair fly in front of her face. “He told you?”

I nodded and fiddled with the hole in my jeans. “Just texted me.”

“He’s such a dick.” Grace spat. “Let’s get drunk tonight.”

Her long wool sweater looked so comfy as it hung off her left shoulder.

Grace is beautiful, but like me she doesn’t know it.

“What are we going to drink?” Holly asked before changing the song on my lap top.

Holly was also beautiful, but broken like me.

She always seemed happy though.

“Not my parent’s stuff.” I cringed before hopping off my bed grabbing a marker.

I walked over to a blank spot on my wall and started to draw stick figures.

A lady stick figure standing by a picket fence and a male one running towards her.

‘I’m on my way..’ it said between them.

“Anabel, did you hear me?” Holly said coming back into sound.

I turned around and put the cap on the marker. “Sorry, what?”

“I said I’ll ask Zane if he wants to do something.” She said pulling out her phone.

I nodded and turned back to my drawing.

I’m waiting my love.

I promise I won’t go anywhere.

Author's Note

I hope you didn't think it was the end.
Why would I write this about my love if I died?