Chapter 3- Bloody Chain
Lying in bed every night is most painful. Because I know I haven't talk to him for months. I count the days. 79 days… Tears well up in my eyes. Tomorrow is August 19. It would've been a year.
I've cut all contact with everyone. I don't want to talk to anyone. Even though Mariah and Sidney have been texting me since the break up… I don't reply. Not even to my Brazilian chicks. No. I don't want to.
The end of 7th grade everyone thought I was weird. Not talking to anyone since the end of spring break. I intend on being alone forever. How could I trust anyone anyways?
Just drop it Bliss. I clenched my fist in anger feeling sharp pain. I hope it doesn't start bleeding again. I don't need blood on my new sheets.
An hour passes and I finally give in and get out of bed. It's 12:01 am. August 19 already. So dark. The house is quiet and I can't see a thing.
I grab my skinny jeans and start getting dressed. I place his chain into a envelope and put it in my pocket. I put my boots on. I leave into the darkness. Walking the streets of Bridgeport, highly afraid of gang- bangers… like Keith.
I know what I'm going to do. I realize the chain still has blood on it, oh well. I walk four blocks to his house. Quietly, I put the envelope with his name in the mailbox. I run trying not to make a sound. This time I walk slow back to my house. A car passes by but slows down. Soon I realize I'm being followed. Maybe they will save the pain and just kill me. I shrug it off and keep walking. The whole time I walk I think of Keith… If he still loves me? If he still thinks of me. Right now I could careless if I died. As long as Keith cries and comes to my funeral. I don't care if I'm hospitalized… as long as I can see Keith once more. I'm sick of being pathetic. Thinking of Keith all the damn time.
I go home and try to figure out what I will do next. I got to sleep. Maybe it will pop in a dream. My answer.