Haunted.
Preface
I still remember the first day I saw him. Edward. My life, my reason. My everything. A cloudy February morning, since that day, my world turned upside down. I don't see things the same way anymore. Our first party, our first movie, all of that, in less than seven days. Is it such amazing connection even possible?
Of course I remember all of our other parties, yes. More cinema, horror movies: Good excuse. English projects, in groups. Its freaking destiny, still, nobody believes me.
Our first kiss, it was magical, everything inside me changed since then, if feel differently, I love better. I still remember the day we started dating, how could I forget? A warm, starry August night, perfect, it was absolutely flawless. Since that night, my world was complete; my missing puzzle piece was finally with me, together, reunited, as it's supposed to be.
Those were the best two-almost-three months of my existence.
I still can't believe he actually left me.
It's been five months since that awful October night. Since that night, when he left me 'for my own good' because 'he couldn't bear to see me suffer anymore' and because 'he loved me enough to do that'. Seriously? Is it always so short-lived? Love can't be like this. Because if it was, why do people talks such cheesiness about it? To me, love isn't more that to sacrifice yourself, die for the person you love.
I pretend to be all right. My parents think now I'm OK, my friends seem to believe so. I can't let them see that I'm the same zombie, the same empty shell that was created that night. I can't. So instead of making them worry even more, I leave my pain just for myself.
So now I'm supposed to have a normal life? Without vampires? Then cool. I know he's not coming back, so let's do what they fear the most… Yes, I do. I cut myself. I like to feel my pain physically, to see if it goes away from my brain, my soul, my heart. I like to see blood oozing from my arms, my hips, my wrists. You may think I'm crazy. I used to say so about cutters, now I understand. There's no greater feeling in the world than to see that you're, for the first time, in control of something. That it's up to you, and only to you.
Anyway, it's been five months exact. Today, five months ago, he left me. Today, five months ago, my world ended. Today, five months ago, my reason for living told me he didn't love me anymore. That, in fact, he never loved me.
But hey, let's pretend everything's cool, right?
As long as they don't see the reminders beneath my clothes.
A/N: This is a short one, 2 or 3 chapters max. I really had to write this one down. You'll see why, later :D
BTW, I promise to update Forever & Always ASAP :$
Disclaimer: Don't own, duh!