It was the 3rd week of school. I still had not seen Katelyn eat and that odd, heart-shaped cut on her hand never seemed to heal. She worried me, but I was scared to say so. Her profound sadness fascinated me. She was so beautiful. Beautiful and lost, broken, and faded. I got the feeling that she was a mere shell of what she used to be. She felt empty. It made me sad.
I always felt so strange around her. I wanted to please her so badly. I didn't care what anyone else thought of me. If I could make those dead eyes light up for even a second. Those cold lips raise in even a smirk, I felt complete. All I wanted was to make her happy. She consumed me.
She began to show me some of her music. It scared me a little, the pain that rang in their voices. It reminded me of her. I wonder what her true voice would sound like if she would just let it out. Probably broken.
I remember her favourite band was Bring Me the Horizon. She loved them so much. She obsessed over the lead singer. He was attractive, but I never saw quite what she saw. I think she saw the pain in his eyes and knew that it matched hers. I wonder if that was comforting, or if it ultimately led to her demise. I suppose it's too late to ask her now.
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When we were wintergirls
NáhodnéIf you have heard of the story wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson then you will understand. That book really hit me hard. It made me realise how unhealthy I was. How unhealthy our relationship was. I loved her. But it was killing me. She just kept...
