Leslie stretched her arms above her head Saturday morning with a yawn. Remembering the previous night she smiled. Her and Trent couldn't stop looking at eachother. The held hands the entire ride home, his was warm and comforting to her small and cold hand.
When they got to her house he walked her to the tree and kissed her one more time, then kissed her forehead and told her he hoped to see her soon.
The whole night had left Leslies heart fluttery, she still couldn't believe anything he said. She still believed he would leave her, but she hoped not.
Today was the day she would meet the family that would be taking her in. Kandy had left a girly sun dress on the edge of her bed and a note.
Dear Leslie,
Today you are meeting the people who will be adopting you.
Unless you want to be living on the street I suggest making a good impression.
The dress should do exactly that.
Wear it.
Love, Kandy
Leslies mouth opened in disgust at the dress. She grabbed it off the bed and threw it on. Better to live with some horrid family then on the street.
When she looked at herself in the mirror she literally gagged. God, how could people wear this kind of stuff. They yellow made her skin look pasty and the pink flowers contradicted her auburn hair. To make it more of her own dress, she threw on black converse.
"Well that's a little better." She smiled to herself and ran to apply makeup and brush her hair.
Soon after the doorbell rang and she heard her uncles voice call out from downstairs. "Leslie, someone is here to see you!" Just his voice merrily disgusted her nowadays. As she stomped down the stairs with a fake smile on her face she was caught by the appearance of Trent standing in the Doorway.
Her smile dropped as she looked down at herself. She looked even more kiddish than she had thought she did before. "Is this a bad time?" Spoke Trent who looked equally baffled himself. "I'll just call you later." He shut the door as he quickly walked out. Leslie gave a sigh. Now soul mate or not he wouldn't want me. Who likes girls that look like this when they try to dress nicely? No one.
When the people that were taking her in came she sat across from them on the couch. She took back what she had said before. She rather live on the street than with these people. They never seemed to stop smiling. When they looked at her the woman squealed. "Oh look at you! I looooove you're dress, I have a bunch of those that I wore when I was younger that I can give you. It's going to be amazing!"
2 weeks had passed, and she was so in love with Trent. He looked at her as if there were no other girls in the world. He held her hand whenever they were walking together and took her on the most amazing dates.
He kissed her like she was fragile and always told her how much she meant to him. In 2 days she would be leaving and she hadn't even told Trent yet, not that he didn't already know though.
All her boxes we completely packed up, the only thing left was her bedspread which would be staying here. She still couldnt get over that, once again, she would have to walk away from everyone she loved. She was going to desperatly miss Keri, and Jeremy, who said that they were going to try their hardest to keep contact with her.
Most of all, she was going to miss Trent. Living closer together had given them so many stolen night of laying under their stars cuddled up talking about everything.
When she got home that night from Jeremys there was a note laying on her bed.
Leslie,
I can't even begin to explain to you how much i love you and how much you mean to me.
It's because of how much i love you that i had to go.
Were not meant to be together.
it could end up with both of us being killed.
my grandma says that its better to be alive missing someone then be dead all together.
So maybe one day i'll be with you again.
But for now ill just keep you in my heart.
Don't forget me Leslie, don't forget that there are other things to be scared of out there.
Most of all don't forget that you are capable of being loved and loving.
You'll find someone else.
I'm sorry Leslie. So sorry, i had to do what needed to be done.
Love, Trent.
The page was scattered with tear marks, some Leslies, some most likely Trents.
Leslie dropped to the ground and curled into a ball, her heart had been ripped open. She had nothing left to live for. She was leaving Jeremy and Keri. Her parents were dead. Her uncle wanted her gone. Trent had walked away. Trent, who had promised he would never leave, had.
Another wave of tears passed as she made her way to the bathroom. Once there she toppled on the ground and bawled her eyes out. It just hurt so much. She couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't live this life anymore, everything just came and stabbed her, leaving her empty.
She took the pocket knife out of her pocket and drew two parallel lines down her arm. Pain coursed through her body, making her focus on that and anything but her life. It felt good, so much that she sat there letting it be, crying away every feeling she had.
When the tears passed she through bandaids on her arms. She hadn't cut deep enough to end it, but eventually she would.
