Some would call me insane for writing so much and for writing in general but I believe in an system of karma and so I hoped for good one if I could only help others with this. If anyone would find this long after I was gone it might've helped them. I took all my writing and bound it together in a folder, treasuring the thing like a pirate. I needed a good place to hide it and since I didn't have an abandoned island at the ready I carried that thing around with me. I sat outside a lot, even writing in my free time during the time I usually had spent with him or her. I didn't feel much remorse, sort of ignoring texts from both of them and evading them in school too, sitting on other tables in class and at lunch, every time they tried to confront me I evaded them. I had spent enough time in the school to know secret ways around it normal people would not even consider.
It was on one of these occasions that I met her. Sophie. She sat in one of the secret old rooms of the school, sobbing to herself. She certainly didn't expect someone to find her as she seemed surprised about me being there. I stepped up slowly to the flickering candles shadow and she timidly said "W-who's there?" "A lost soul." I stepped into the shine of the candle, revealing my face to her. She had long red hair and her figure was tall but also petite as she just sat there on the ground. Her sleeves were long, her socks were just as long, basically showing no skin whatsoever as they went under her long skirt. "Come on. Stand up. This place is too dusty for you." I held out my hand but she pulled herself even more back, the grip on her legs tightening audibly. "I'm not gonna eat you. I may be fat but cannibalism is not on my agenda." She chuckled slightly at my notion, smiling weakly towards me. "Why are you down here?" "Well, my name is Patrick to begin with. You might also know me as the weird kid of senior year, you know, the guy you just kinda have to bear existing.""Sophie. Same though I'm the girl no one notices. Less of a bother." "I sort of tried to evade my friends down here. They wanted to talk to me about certain stuff I'd rather not say out loud." "Well, I'm sort of the emo kid of the semester. The one no one talks about." "I can't imagine why with that beautiful name and that beautiful hair." "Shut up Patrick. I'm really not."
And that was how I went there every break, big or small, if only to talk to her. The self-proclaimed emo witch. I showed her my writing and she showed me hers, resulting in me more than once coming back from school when it was already dark outside. Of course Nick messaged me about it and one time I gathered the courage to actually send him a text: "I met someone. A girl. I won't bother you anymore."I saw him typing but set down the phone, knowing I wasn't gonna change my mind. I wasn't gonna be coming back to being normal old me. Sophie and I were two lost souls in this vortex of life and Nick was gonan enjoy life, being inside of it fully while her and I were visitors in this zoo of life. I did have goals in life but it just wasn't the same than his. Mine were boring goals, having a family and stuff, love and romance without the whole "doing what I want" attitude he had. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I didn't want to pick the phone back up but as the small message light popped up and blinked I couldn't help it. I had to.
It wasn't him.
"Yo."
"Sophie, what the fuck."
"Sorry, had to text you even though we both just left school."
"Well what is it?"
"Do you mind coming over so I can talk to you in person?"
"I mean sure. I just gotta sneak out."
"Okay, see you in a few."
What the fuck Sophie. We literally just were together. I sighed out deeply, getting my shoes back on before slowly and carefully stepping downstairs as I heard the creaking of the boards of the stair. I tried to quickly get out as I heard my father yell from the living room:" Where are you going?" "Meeting with a friend from school. Invited me over." "You're gonna pack a condom for her?" "Dad! What the fuck!" "I just notice starry eyes and hell, I was just like you were acting lately when I met your mom.""Dad, I don't want to talk about this with you." "You never do. Just don't get her pregnant if you do it." "Okay...dad...." God that was a fucking nightmare. This is why we teenage boys, almost adults don't talk to our parents about anything, not the anxiety, not the depression, not the self-harm and the suicidal thoughts, much less relationships and such.
