I had a sudden idea for this story, and a song helped me start it off. Lol read and review please!
I pushed my food around on my plate, staring at the uneaten eggs, and sighed. Every morning is like this. Charlie looked up at me, glaring, and then looked back at his newspaper. I stood up, holding my plate over the trash, and scrapped the food off the plate. Charlie ignored me, and I ignored him too. I put the dirty plate into the sink and left the kitchen. I walked to the living room, grabbing my backpack off the couch and walking to the front door. I held my keys in one hand, and the door knob in the other, and I turned my head to look at Charlie. "Bye Dad." My voice was so low, I couldn't even hear it. He looked over his newspaper, and his eyes focused on me. Then he looked back at his newspaper, and continued to read it. I sighed, opened the door, and walked out. I slammed the door, hard, and locked it. Why is every morning like this? I got into my beat up truck, and started the ignition, ignoring the tears that started to fall down my face. 'What did I do to everyone to make them act this way?' I asked inside my head, driving out of the drive-way. I wiped my eyes harshly, and focused on the road, turning down the street to go to school. I parked in my usual space, and got out, slinging my backpack with me. I locked my door, but thought why bother? Like anyone is going to want to steal a piece of shit like this. I think Charlie knew that, and that's why he got it for me. I walked quietly down the hallway, to my first period, and sat in my seat. I was late, like always. But the teacher never noticed, and I never pointed it out. She called the attendance, and once she made it to my last name, I raised my hand. Her eyes didn't even leave the paper to see if I was here. I slowly put my hand back down, and buried my head in my arms, trying to disappear. But why try? It wasn't like they would notice anyway.
I hated lunch, because I sat alone. My eyes traveled on everyone in the cafeteria, yet no one looked at me. No one bothered to sit next to me, or even say hi. Why? What did I do? I slowly ate my salad, and looked out the window. How I wished I was that bird in the sky, able to fly away. I sighed and bit into a cucumber, crunching away.
"Hey!" Someone shouted out, and I turned around, a little to eagerly. At was a boy, but he was talking to someone else. A girl came up to him, and hugged him, and they started laughing. I felt envy for that girl, as she sat down at the boy's crowded table. I want to be at a table like that. I watched as everyone joked and laughed, and I felt loneliness creep up my spine. Why can't that be me? Why am I the alone one? I gathered my trash and threw it away, and I left the lunch room. Why am I so invisible?
I drove home in silence, and thought about my day. Why is my life like this? How come no one talks to me? I turned into my drive-way, and got out the truck. The police cruiser isn't here, so Charlie must still be at work. I unlocked the door, and threw my backpack at the couch, and went to my room. I crashed on my bed, and got into my covers, trying to erase today from my memories. I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be invisible. I don't can't go on like this. I got out of my bed, and grabbed a notebook off my dresser. I flipped open a random page and looked for a pen. I finally found one and started to scribble on the page.
Dear Dad,
When you find this note, it will be too late. I will be already gone. Don't look for me because it will be a waste of time. Matter of fact, you probably won't even try to look for me. Since I was never important to you anyway. Or to mom, who dropped me here in the middle of nowhere, the moment she got re-married. I hope my death will hang on mom's and your conscious. But knowing you both, you guys wouldn't even notice I was gone.
I can't say 'Love' because I don't feel that for you, and you don't feel that for me,
Bella.
The last few sentences had tears drops on them, and I wiped my eyes softly. I held the note like it was priceless, and walked downstairs. I put it on the kitchen table, and walked to the door. I opened it and walked out, and locked it. And I stared at my house. It never even felt like my house. I shook my head, and started to walk to the woods near my house. There is a cliff at the end of the forest. And today, I'm going to jump off it and kill myself. I cried silently, and walked slowly through the forest. This forest was always my way of escaping my life, a place to relax and feel welcomed. I touched a wildflower growing near a tree, and kept walking. No time to get distracted, I need to stay focused. If I want to go through with this.
It took 2 hours to get to the cliff, and when I got there, I chickened out. I can't go through with it, I'm too scared. I don't know why though, like anyone would miss me. I thought angrily. I sat on the edge of the cliff, and watched the dark sky. The stars twinkled like diamonds in the light, and I was fascinated by it. If I were to die, I want to die staring at the sky. Then I saw something. A orb of light. It flew slowly through the sky, and it was beautiful. It was light blue, a celestial sight, and then I realized what it was. It was a shooting star. How lucky I was to see it. I stood up and watched at it lightened up the entire sky. I watched in awe as the whole forest went light blue with light, and then I noticed it. A boy was a few feet away, and he was staring at me. The shooting star's light outlined his body, and I watched him, my mouth gaping as I saw his face. Golden eyes, sparkled by the light, pink lips, and a chiseled pale face. He had bronze hair, a little red in it, and he looked like a angel by the light of the star. He had on a black coat, and his posture looked tense.
"Who are you?" I asked, the light started to blind me a little.
"You're safe. Thank god." The boy's mouth moved, and a gentle smile graced his face. I watched with wide eyes, as he walked slowly towards me. His hand slowly came to caress my face, I unconsciously leaned into his touch.
"You talked to me. You see me." I said, my eyes watering. He is a stranger, and yet he spoke to me. I'm not invisible.
"Of course I see you. And of course I would talk to you. You are my Bella, after all." He spoke quietly, his eyes twinkling. I looked at him, memorized by his voice and his words. Then I looked to the sky and saw that the star was leaving, and the forest stared to grow dark again.
"Who are you?" I asked, my hand touching his. His eyes grew troubled, and his hand left my face.
"I can't tell you. But I'll see you again. Soon." He whispered. And then the light left his body. And he was gone. I was now in the dark forest, alone. I looked around, trying to find that mysterious boy. But I found nothing. I walked on shaky legs, back to my house.
And it took another 2 hours to get home. I put my key into the lock, ready to unlock it, when the door knob started to turn. Charlie opened the door, frantic, and pulled me into the house.
"Bella! Where the hell have been?! Why would you write this-this note, saying that you were dead?! Answer me, dammit!!" He shook my shoulders, screaming.
"I-I. I was going to commit suicide, Dad." I answered him honestly. I looked at him confused, and then his shoulders started to shake.
"Why would you do that?! Bella, me and your mother love you very much, why would you doubt that?! I would die from the guilt I would have of knowing that you died, doubting if we ever loved you!" Charlie's eyes pooled with tears, and then they started falling. I watched, my eyes wide, as Charlie cried and held me to him. He hasn't said one whole sentence to me since I moved here, and yet he is screaming and talking to me, like nothing. Well not like nothing, since he is crying and holding me. He cried into my shoulder, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm sorry, Dad. That I did that. Please forgive me." I whispered, rubbing his back. I actually did feel sorry. The whole time I thought he didn't like me, or love me, and yet he is crying for me. I never knew. He looked up at me, with red rimmed eyes, and nodded.
"Please Bella. If you have any problems, just talk to me. I'm always here to listen. Please don't feel like I don't love you. I love you so much." He kissed my forehead, and hugged me tight. I hugged him back, and after 5 minutes, he finally let me go.
"Dad. I'm going to go to bed. I love you." I whispered, and Charlie smiled at me, his eyes watery again.
"I love you too, Bella." He wiped his eyes. I walked to my room, and collapsed on my bed. What just happened? I have been invisible to everyone, including my father, for so long. And now my father....is talking to me. If it because of the shooting star? Is it because of the boy? The beautiful boy that touched me and talked to me? Who is he? Did he do something to me? I kept thinking and thinking, and slowly I thought myself to sleep.
This story was inspired by the song "Shooting Star" by Air Traffic. Tell me if I should continue please!