8 beautiful years

             I see him in the crowded halls . I go up to him and I told him I like you but let's just start from the beginning. Hello it's me Vanessa this is story about someone who is very special to me. I first met this person in the third grade I was the new kid and immediately I wanted to become friends with him. I never really liked him I was little I never thought of that but I guess as I got older times changed. We grew up together we did everything together and like every basic love story I fell in love with him. We were best friends and always talk to each other about a problems. But today was different today he didn't have that smile that can make everybody smile. Today he didn't talk to no one which is weird because he has millions of friends. Everytime I try to talk to him text him I got no response. Like if he didn't exist. Something was going on and I was eager to find out.
              Then I found out why he was acting this way. It wasn't because of me or someone else School it was because what  was happening at home. he found out his dad was doing drugs cocaine to be specific. And his mom physically abused. Nothing was going right at home and of course it he couldn't hide that pain. It was Monday morning and I decided what if I try to talk to him what he slowly tell me what's really going on. It was lunch everyone was happy except him and you can tell there was like a gray cloud over him and it wasn't leaving him alone. I went up to him he looked at me some sort of way that I can explain. You can see the pain in my eyes how much he need help. But then I tried to talk to him and the words that came out of his mouth were so simple. A simple yes or no to answer all of my questions. But then when I eased in into the problems that hurt him inside and out. It was like red hot anger came over him. And he let it all out. And I know that wasn't him it was a things happening at home that was making it like that. I walked away knowing that that wasn't him now he wouldn't even look at me in the Halls. That love that I had for him was slowly disappearing and I was afraid it would be gone forever. I know I had to help him so I asked his friends he was okay. And because his friends are stupid they thought the worst of me they know I had a crush on him but they never told anybody. Since I kept on asking and asking. If he was okay they immediately thought I was crazy for him. And I was I was crazy to know what was wrong with him if I could fix him I could help him. It was hard but because of football players love to make rumors. The spread around the whole school that I like him which it wasn't a rumor. But I never wanted to confess my feelings to him like this. The weeks went on I know it already been 3 months since I never spoken to him.
            It was Friday morning everyone was going to first period and I just decided to suck it up and go in front of his face since he knew already and just ask him if you wanted to go out with me. He didn't say no but he didn't say yes. He did the worst thing you can do and he did not answer at all.                    Over the weekend I didn't get any answers from him except something happened. I get a call Sunday morning then tells me how he feels about me. It was a dream come true that he felt the same way for me I couldn't believe it he likes me too he said that he always had feelings for me. But then I can hear the tremble in his voice and that's when he told me. "Denisse Rivera I love you with all my heart but if I can't be happy I cannot make you happy."and then he says "I don't belong here anymore I can't take this I feel numb. I'm so sorry but I have to go I can't take it anymore I'm so sorry I love you". *gun shot* I couldn't believe it it was all over the news he was gone. My friend my lover the person I treasure the most. Has been swept away off this Earth. And yes I do hear that gun shot every time I close my eyes and yes I do think I could have helped. And everyday I think did I waste 8 years of my life on someone like him? like who loves someone else. Or did I just enjoy 8 years of my life with someone like him or I'm i never going to find a person like him anywhere else. Thanks for those beautiful 8 years Daniel Gómez.

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