A/N: I don't own anything. This story contains lyrics of the song "She is Love", by Parachute. If you have the chance, please listen to it. Also, if you like this story, please review :). Thank you.
She is Love
When I was twelve years old, I heard for the first time that my life was worthless and I'd be better off dead. I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around, and she kept saying over and over that everybody was lying and I made all the difference in her life. I really wanted and tried to believe her: I had faith that someday I would, because the truth is that everybody else calls me garbage and treats me like crap, but she takes it all for me. But when you're just a child and almost every person you know – except one – tell you that you're an ugly, boring and ridiculous mistake, how could you not believe them?
The time kept going, the years kept on passing, and when we turned fourteen, the more Selena tried to convince me that I wasn't a lost cause, the less I believed her. And I lost my faith, in my darkest days. She broke down and begged me to stop when she saw the scars on my arms and wrists, sobbing so hard when I told her they were right: I should really be better off dead. But she makes me want to believe, even after so long, and I was sure I should start to try harder when I felt her kissing those ugly lines on my arms, tears deliberately running down on our both faces.
When I was sixteen, I hadn't stopped what she begged me to stop two years before. Things were the same for several years now, and I had to deal with them somehow: well, I had my ways, they were all in vain. Selena was always torn when she saw new scars on my arms, and she continued to beg me to stop every single time, but she waited patiently. One day, I placed the razor a little too deep on my skin, and I realized that it was all the same, all my pride and shame, and that I couldn't keep doing that to her. I was six feet under without her, and she put me on my feet.
I never really celebrated my birthday. My family never insisted and I never asked, because there wasn't anything to be celebrated. Every year, when it approached midnight, I liked to take a walk on the beach searching for reasons to keep me wanting to believe that everything could really be different. But that night, the night of my eighteenth birthday, I realized that there was one thing I didn't want to change: the fact that Selena was there, by my side, every single year. They call her love for a reason, and when I thanked her for believing in me and saving my life countless times, she looked into my eyes and I felt her lips on mine for the first time, she then whispering "happy birthday" in my ear. And if before that time I didn't believe, that night I knew for a fact that she is love, and she is all I need. She is all I need.