A/N: So I have decided to post my new story even though I still have another one on the side. However since I will be writing this and Complicated Love at the same time, I will unfortunately only be able to post a chapter every week for this story.
Anyways this is a different direction that I've been wanting to take for a while, yes it will be an Alex and Mitchie love story, but this story will not be rushed what so ever. My idea is to show their friendship first develop and then enter the madness of feelings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Anything that is italicized will be either quotes or flashbacks. So keep that in mind since flashbacks will be a big deal for this story throughout the whole plot.
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
-Marilyn Monroe
That has to be one of my favorite quotes of all time. However, one day I wish I can have the same beliefs as Marilyn did. To many bad things happen to good people, I'm not saying I'm a virtuous girl but I don't know what I've done to end up in such a bad place in this world. Until I find the sun shining through my own personal darkness, will I believe that everything happens for a reason.
There's nothing good in my life worth fighting for. It's one disaster after another, evolving into my life, not letting me go. They say you always have an angel watching over you, thing is I lost mine a while back. Instead of a good spirit that will lead the way, I have an evil force, dragging me down each day. I use to try to fight back but I reached a point where I just gave up. I don't resist anymore, my weakness overcomes me, and I find no more strength inside.
I guess you can say I use to be a typical teenage girl, went out with friends, enjoyed being with family, and went to church regularly. If someone asks me to pin point where it all went down, I can't quite answer that. It wasn't a matter of time where everything came crashing down but instead a dramatic effect in life took place. Maybe not for my parents, maybe not for fellow students, but for me, it practically killed me.
At first I tried to get passed it but slowly, life was getting sucked out of me. Unknowingly, this took on a big part of my life, every hour, every day, you could tell I was getting worse. They tried to ignore it but finally reached a point of revelation. I needed help, I need help. I knew it meant so much to me, but not until I was degrading that I realized it was more important than I ever thought it would be.
Actually I lied, I wasn't that much of a typical teenager. People call me antisocial, but in reality I just didn't enjoy wasting my time on ignorant, immature classmates. That was until I met a specific person, someone who took time out of their hand to approach me and actually have a conversation with me. In school I was an outcast, I still am. That person became my best friend. Shane. Ever since we met in 5th grade, we became inseparable. He was my other half, he knew everything about me and vice versa.
Our parents always use to say we would end up together in the future, but it was never like that. People never believe that a girl and a guy can be best friends without having feelings for each other, I laugh at that opinion. Our friendship was the type that everyone wished for, we cared for each other, he was always my protector. Kind of like a brother and sister relationship.
He helped me survive middle school, I always thought elementary was bad but once I reached middle school, I completely changed my mind. I never understood why my classmates use to bully me. It's not like I got involved in their lives, or created drama. I secluded myself as much as possible but it still happened. I've heard rumors about myself, they honestly did hurt me. But at that time I was a fighter. Not alone though, Shane was always there right next to me. Would always confront each individual person who taunted me, he was amazing. A lot of people said I got bullied because I was Shane's best friend.
Shane was a popular kid, but not voluntarily. Everyone just knew of him, he was an outgoing, caring, and drama free character. And he was actually very handsome, every girl wanted to be with him, every guy wanted to hang out with him. But it was weird that I never felt such attraction to him, I think of myself as asexual. Because what kind of person wouldn't fall for him, he was the ideal guy that your parents would want you to marry. I was young though so I never thought much of it back then.
One thing that really made me appreciate such human being is that whenever a girl would ask him out or a guy would want to hang out, he will always deny their offer. Instead of living a typical adolescence life, he use to always be with me, would prefer spending time with me than any other person in the world. I assume that's why no one liked me, they were probably jealous that his whole day was spent on me. I never understood why, and how I got so lucky to have had him in my life. He was my angel. He was my reason to wake up to the gleaming sun on my face, even to the light rain that may have been associated with thunder. Every day on Earth was amazing because of him. He was my reason to show up to school every single day and stand up to the bullies.
He would never miss a day of school, because he was always so scared of leaving me in class all alone, unprotected. Even when he was sick he would come, unless it was a pretty bad flu that he was forced to stay home, he wouldn't let me go to school. Our parents never understood our connection, they would always assume that we liked each other but it was never that. It actually amazed me, that I was blessed with such friendship. He was my nightingale.
With him by my side, I grew up as the perfect daughter to my parents. Although I was a loner, I was excellent in school and they were always so proud of me. I never enjoyed disappointing them, especially when it came to religion. Religion is a huge thing in my family, it's who they are. My surroundings were merely based on god's beliefs, not letting me have my own opinion. I never went against their custom, I just followed the flow. For me it was common to label yourself as a Christian, so I always attended church with my parents and sister. Though my opinion on the matter was never asked for, it's not like I went against their religion, it's just I wish I was able to create my own persona instead of them just imprinting it in my mind.
So that became a crisis in my life, I was always expected at high standards. No room for mistakes, because my parents never wanted to be embarrassed. So you can only imagine how they felt after they came to the conclusion that I was mentally unstable.
I wasn't always like this, this goes back to my old point, I transformed into a completely different person once I reached high school. It wasn't due to the presence of entering another environment but because the unexpected happened.
I looked at my watch and noticed it was halfway through the day and I was extremely worried. Shane never missed class, especially so late in the school year, nor regretting to inform me. I walked in the lunchroom with my head down, avoiding everybody's gaze. I sit down not bothering to get anything to eat, just wanting the day to end already. God it's been like 10 hours without seeing Shane, and I'm already so lost without him. I had my head down on my arms, covering my eyes, until I feel someone touch my shoulders.
"Are you Mitchie Torres?" A teacher asked me and I nodded.
"Your mom is here to pick you up." I didn't respond because my mom has never picked me up early before, it was out of the ordinary, like this whole day. I followed the teacher, leaving my school stuff in my locker since I didn't have any homework. As I walk into the front office to get signed out, I see my parents with teary eyes. As bewildered as I already was, I asked what's wrong. They didn't respond to me which angered me inside.
"Mom! What happened?" I semi yell, grabbing her attention. She opens her mouth and chokes out the two words I never wanted to hear in the same sentence.
"Shane's dead." She let out and I felt frozen. What is going on? Did I hear that right? After being silent for a while, my vision begins to blur up. By the second it keeps getting foggier, and I finally feel a tear fall from the corner of my eye.
"W-what?" I stuttered, not sure if my hearing is making me delusional.
"He committed suicide. Sweetheart I'm so sorry…" She finally said and a waterfall erupted from inside.
"You're lying!" I screamed at her and started to run. They have to be lying, why in the world would this happen. There was no reason to. I didn't know where I was running to, but I had to escape. I couldn't be there no longer. As my cheeks get puffier and my eyes get redder, I end up in front of Shane's house. And my disbeliefs get confirmed as I see police tape wrapped around the front patio of the house, blocking entrance and police cars swarming in and out of the area. Sirens filling the air. At that instance, I couldn't feel my body anymore, and I meet the ground. Falling backwards hitting my head, I could hear a cop yelling, his voice sounding closer and closer by the second, but next thing I know, the world went black.
That was only the beginning of many crisis that I am facing in my horrible life. In that time forward, I evolved into someone unrecognizable. I scared my parents, as they tried to find some sort of cure to my dilemma. But there way of helping was simply praying. I wish it would have worked, I wish I didn't turn into the person that I've become, but sadly no benefit was gained. From that day on, I became a disgrace to my parents, as much as they said they loved me, I could see it in their eyes that they were embarrassed. Embarrassed with everything they had to face publicly in trying to get me help.
After so much trying and no success, I knew they gave up on me. They had to resolute to their last option, which was occurring just now. Sending me away to get "help". Personally I believe help would be like therapy or rehab but no, for religious parents it's sending me away to a Christian Boarding School…
My thoughts get disconnected when I feel the car come to a halt.
"Come on Mitchie, let's sign you in." I hear my mom say getting out of the car. I followed behind her, taking a while longer as my eyes meet the campus. It was pretty huge but still an average boarding school. My dad is carrying my bags while I enter the dorm building, trying to locate my room after I received my key. I finally find room 239, settling my bags on top of my bed. I noticed another bed on the other side of the room, with different color coverings compared to my dull white sheets. I assume that's my roommate's side of the room, I was kind of relieved that she wasn't here right now so it wouldn't have been awkward with my parents around.
I'm surprised this isn't an all-girls school, but then again the guys are in a whole different building, on the other side of the campus, well at least that's what I was told. My parents said their goodbyes and hugged me, I didn't say anything back. Ever since Shane passed away, I've spoken less than I have before. Traumatization didn't cause me to not talk, I still talk at times, it's just I'll only talk if it's necessary. However, after my parents made me upset when they said a specific thing months ago, I haven't said a word to them ever since.
"Get better. See you for Thanksgiving." My mom simply said while waving and finally exiting the dorm.
I start to unpack my luggage, even though there was a uniform dress code, we were still able to wear our own clothes whenever classes are finished. There's many things you can do at campus but there will always be a curfew, 10 pm on weekdays and 11pm on weekends. And if you wish to exit the campus like to go shopping or other activities, you will have to go with a specific group that they assigned you too at specific time of the day.
I finally finish placing my clothes in my closet and drawers when a girl walks inside. I didn't turn around to face her, my purpose wasn't to make friends, I just wanted to be alone. She spoke up when she noticed me.
"Oh hey, you must be my new roommate, I'm Alex" She says which causes me to turn around to face her. She has her hand out and I finally shake it.
"Mitchie." I simply said and turned back around. I guess she got the point and continued to do whatever she was going to do. I laid on my bed, putting on my headphones, pressing play on my IPod and closed my eyes.
I start to regain conscious after hearing a few voices talking nearby. I hear my older sister's voice "She's waking up", I hear coming from her mouth and finally open my eyes.
I blink trying to adjust to the brightness of the room, and I pull my hand up to my head, rubbing it as pain starts to course through my body.
"Mom?" I say lowly and I feel someone grab my hand. That's when I notice the small needle that entered one of my veins on my arm, connected to a machine. I was at a hospital.
"I'm here sweetheart. Don't worry." I heard my mom respond to me.
"What happened? How'd I end up on this bed? Where's Shane?" I ask trying to make sense of the situation.
"You fainted and one of the cops saw you, so he rushed you to the emergency room." She said while looking down.
"Why'd I faint? And you didn't answer my other question, where's Shane?" I ask quickly, realizing she avoided my last question. She doesn't respond and stays quiet for a couple of seconds, still not facing me. I was about to say something until I see her lift her head up and open her mouth.
"Darling, Shane's gone. He killed himself this morning..." She replies in an almost whispered voice. I felt my heart drop, slowing beating harder but slower. Hearing every thud that it made in my ears. Making me feel weak as tears started to emerge. It wasn't a dream. I really did just lose my best friend. I wanted to say something but my throat felt clogged up. Not willing to let out a simple word escape. My breathing became heavier and I was no longer in control of my body nor mind. That's when I lost my true self. When reality came tumbling down.
So what do you guys think? Should I continue writing it? Leave your inputs please(:
This chapter foreshadows many events that you guys will soon discover. As in different crisis that Mitchie had to face and still is.
You can say it'll be a depressing story, but what it's really about is Mitchie trying to find herself once again, and Alex willing to help her. It will be a sad story for the flashbacks that will occur, drama story with what Mitchie and Alex will encounter and a love story as two teenage girls that find their inner self amongst being together, no matter how forbidden it really is.
