I sit still as if the person pressing the bell can sense my movement.
I debate with myself on whether I should answer the door, but not once do I
think of removing the knife from my wrist. The doorbell rings again, and I
finally decide to answer it and tell the unanimous person to go to hell and
leave me alone. I set the knife down on my bed and trudge to the front
door. I swing it open angrily, ready to tell the little trick off, and find
myself standing face to face (well, face to chest) with the one person that
I was going to give my life for.
"Matt! What are you doing here?" I ask in shock. I mean, really, wouldn't you be shocked if you were gonna kill yourself cuz of a guy, and he shows up right before you do it? 'Maybe he's here to tell me that he broke up with Cara, and that he's finally realized that he's loved me all along,' I think excitedly. He leans against the door jam and gives me one of his beautiful smiles while running his hand thru his blonde hair. 'He looks like a god...'
"Well, actually Mimi," he starts off. For the first time ever, he's nervous. Well, at least he looks like it. "Y'see, I was wondering... if maybe you could... uh... go out with me..." my heart leaps in excitement, then falls to my stomach at his next words. "And help me pick out something for Cara for our 2 month anniversary." Matt says, giving me somewhat of a sheepish smile as I stare at him, dumbfounded. "Well, cuz you're, like, one of my best friends, and I know you'll know just what to get her." He gives me a pleading smile, and I breakdown right there in front of him.
"What the hell are you? BLIND? Can you not see me dying every time you even mention Cara? My god! I'm in love with you! I have been in love with you ever since the first day I met you! And now, 5 years later, you still insist on paying ignorant and ignore my feelings! Or do you really not know!" I cry out in exasperation. He gapes at me with a look that confirms the latter of the 2 reasons he didn't return my love. I try to stop the tears that form in my eyes, but they simply ignore my mind's orders, as does my mouth when I urge myself to stop yelling.
"Matt, I have been looking for my whole life for my true love. You're it. but you didn't even know! God. I would DIE for you! I would walk on hot coals for you! I would do anything you asked or told me to do!! And yet, even while people tell you, you don't know that I love you. I. god, this is my fault. I should never have answered the door. I should have just gotten it over with." I say, and turn around quickly and try to shut the door.
He stops the door with his foot and grabs my arm. He pulls me back to him and asks me in a fierce whisper, "Get WHAT over with?" I turn my head and try to pull away, but he simply pulls me back and puts his arms around me to restrain me. I cry out, terrified of what he'd say if I told him, and terrified of my own answer; of the own prospect of the situation. "Mimi! Get WHAT over with?!" He asks me again, his voice louder and harsher.
"Ow! Matt, you're hurting me! Stop! Let me go!" I cry, trying desperately to get away from the angry guy that I was in love with and scared of at the same time.
"Not until you tell me." He says, staring at me, his eyes boring into mine. I wince, and jerk away from him suddenly. He looses his grip on me, and I run up to my room. I can hear his feet pounding on the floor close behind me. I finally reach my room, and vault over the bed, grabbing the sharp and deadly knife in the process. He comes into my room a few seconds after me, but stops when he sees the knife gleaming dully in my hand. He looks at me with wide, questioning and unbelieving eyes; my only answer is a desperate but cold smile.
A/N: yes, this is a true story. Question for my wonderful reviewers (I'm not being sarcastic- I love you guys!): if this is a true story, why ask if Mimi dies? I'm still alive, believe it or not, and terribly and incredibly sane. ^_^ don't worry, it gets happier! This is my life, and my life is no longer sad or depressing! (except for when I run out of mountain dew. *sniffle* I'm getting sad just thinking about that. ^^;)
"Matt! What are you doing here?" I ask in shock. I mean, really, wouldn't you be shocked if you were gonna kill yourself cuz of a guy, and he shows up right before you do it? 'Maybe he's here to tell me that he broke up with Cara, and that he's finally realized that he's loved me all along,' I think excitedly. He leans against the door jam and gives me one of his beautiful smiles while running his hand thru his blonde hair. 'He looks like a god...'
"Well, actually Mimi," he starts off. For the first time ever, he's nervous. Well, at least he looks like it. "Y'see, I was wondering... if maybe you could... uh... go out with me..." my heart leaps in excitement, then falls to my stomach at his next words. "And help me pick out something for Cara for our 2 month anniversary." Matt says, giving me somewhat of a sheepish smile as I stare at him, dumbfounded. "Well, cuz you're, like, one of my best friends, and I know you'll know just what to get her." He gives me a pleading smile, and I breakdown right there in front of him.
"What the hell are you? BLIND? Can you not see me dying every time you even mention Cara? My god! I'm in love with you! I have been in love with you ever since the first day I met you! And now, 5 years later, you still insist on paying ignorant and ignore my feelings! Or do you really not know!" I cry out in exasperation. He gapes at me with a look that confirms the latter of the 2 reasons he didn't return my love. I try to stop the tears that form in my eyes, but they simply ignore my mind's orders, as does my mouth when I urge myself to stop yelling.
"Matt, I have been looking for my whole life for my true love. You're it. but you didn't even know! God. I would DIE for you! I would walk on hot coals for you! I would do anything you asked or told me to do!! And yet, even while people tell you, you don't know that I love you. I. god, this is my fault. I should never have answered the door. I should have just gotten it over with." I say, and turn around quickly and try to shut the door.
He stops the door with his foot and grabs my arm. He pulls me back to him and asks me in a fierce whisper, "Get WHAT over with?" I turn my head and try to pull away, but he simply pulls me back and puts his arms around me to restrain me. I cry out, terrified of what he'd say if I told him, and terrified of my own answer; of the own prospect of the situation. "Mimi! Get WHAT over with?!" He asks me again, his voice louder and harsher.
"Ow! Matt, you're hurting me! Stop! Let me go!" I cry, trying desperately to get away from the angry guy that I was in love with and scared of at the same time.
"Not until you tell me." He says, staring at me, his eyes boring into mine. I wince, and jerk away from him suddenly. He looses his grip on me, and I run up to my room. I can hear his feet pounding on the floor close behind me. I finally reach my room, and vault over the bed, grabbing the sharp and deadly knife in the process. He comes into my room a few seconds after me, but stops when he sees the knife gleaming dully in my hand. He looks at me with wide, questioning and unbelieving eyes; my only answer is a desperate but cold smile.
A/N: yes, this is a true story. Question for my wonderful reviewers (I'm not being sarcastic- I love you guys!): if this is a true story, why ask if Mimi dies? I'm still alive, believe it or not, and terribly and incredibly sane. ^_^ don't worry, it gets happier! This is my life, and my life is no longer sad or depressing! (except for when I run out of mountain dew. *sniffle* I'm getting sad just thinking about that. ^^;)