A/N: I knew I said I wouldn't make another story but... thanks Skype *cough*
Some things here; I do not, repeat DO NOT condone or have ever been through or even KNOW what it's like to go through this types of things going to take place in this story. This is just a story and not a representation of myself in anyway, shape, or form.
There will be extremely suggestive things in this short story and in upcoming chapters.
I will probably put one out everyday since they will be short, but there will be some less than desirable themes present.
Enjoy.
It's been over a week since I last seen her, but that didn't make it any less painful. In fact it made it worse!
I wanted to see her again, more than anything! Those cute brown and pink eyes that regarded me curiously, the small smiles that tugged on her lips when I explained something to her excitedly, and the best of all; her tiny and childlike giggles that escaped her when we went out together.
And the final night I saw her. The look of confidence and happiness.
When we kissed.
But of course. Of course everything had to come to an end. I had no idea her life was so bad at home. In school I spotted it, I noticed it the first day I transferred. I saw how the other kids regarded her and ignored her. And for what? Cause she didn't have the best clothes? Or the best grades? Or the best … parents?
To hell with them! All of them! Yang and I have plans for those kids who drove her down the dark path of depression and self-hate.
But my heart continues to ache, for I still missed her. It just wasn't fair, how everything was finally going so well. She was the first girl I've ever confessed my true feelings to, and even though she never uttered a single word to me; I could tell by the way her face twisted up into those small smiles and grins those last few days that she was feeling the same way.
Neo.
After the night of our date, I was so giddy and excited when I dropped her off. Although that's also when I noticed her home and where she lived. It was a dump, a complete shithole but of course I turned a blind eye to it and didn't probe into why her residence was in the ghetto and in disrepair. The rumors were somewhat true, but I wouldn't judge. Neo was an angel to me and truly I think I loved her.
But the next day in school she wasn't there.
Nor the day after.
On the third day, I finally decided to stop by her house and I remember it like it was yesterday. The yellow police tape, the closed up windows and doors, the place looked truly abandoned now. But I was confused, why would it look like this, and where was Neo?
I rushed inside, and was greeted by filth. Dirty clothes, expired food, empty alcohol bottles, cigarette butts everywhere. I knew it was bad, but this was disgusting. I had no idea that she lived in a place this bad.
But seeing this only fueled me to find something, anything on where her current whereabouts were. I rushed through the kitchen, living room, bathroom, until I finally came across a pink painted bedroom. The only room that wasn't as messy as the others and gasped.
The smell was different than the others I remembered. It carried the scent of sweets, just like she smelled. Her bed was messy, but there was another thing that seemed out of place in the almost spotless bedroom and it sent a shiver down my spine.
On the desk in the far corner of the room was blood. A lot of it, almost like something was smashed against it on the edge of the table.
But that was also when I spotted the journal sitting on the very same blood soaked desk.
It almost seemed like an omen. Like I was meant to find this book when I finally visited her abandoned home. It was the only thing I took from there as I ran out of that house.
After witnessing the blood, everything in that house seemed extremely cold and off. It was like the place was haunted suddenly, and never before in my life had I run so fast out of somewhere.
That was last week.
And now, here I am again; at our favorite spot in the city. Where we went on our first and last date together; sitting on a bench outside the ice rink at the park.
Still holding the black and pink journal in my hands, I felt the burning sensation pooling up in my eyes thinking back on the best day of my life. When Neo and I first came here. I never seen her look so happy and at ease. She was like a completely different person. Her eyes were wide with awe and her posture was no longer slumped over in fear. She regarded the ice with a childlike glee that sent my heart aflutter.
How fitting that I should read her final thoughts at this place.
It was currently a Sunday, just after five in the afternoon, and the sun was setting; but I finally gathered up the courage to revisit this place again, with journal in hand.
I was going to read it today.
I just had to; the feeling of not knowing where Neo had disappeared to was killing me inside. Even Yang and Weiss were worried about me now to which I just brushed them off with saying it was nothing. But they weren't stupid; I knew I wasn't fooling anyone.
I felt the first tears of many cascade down my cheeks and hit the small and withered notebook on my lap. The dark droplets dotted the cardboard cover, as I felt myself tremble with sadness.
I knew once I opened and read the notes in this book, that my memories of her would be complete. There'd be nothing left to surprise me about the short girl I had fallen for, and that alone terrified me. It'd feel as if our relationship was truly over. Nothing new would ever be learned again.
But I just had to do it; I've been putting this feeling off for a week now, but no longer.
Breathing one last and final unsteady breath to calm my nerves, I opened the first page of the notebook; only to notice the first half of the pages had been ripped out.
So I turned to the first intact page near the back of the journal and noticed it was the day before I transferred to the school.
And so I began to read.
The final days of what Neo had truly went through…