“I know I have said this already,” he sniffs, “but you are just like your mom. She would do anything she could to make things right. She hated to see people hurting. When her dad died, your grandfather, she came to me. After that, I became
“You want her to do what you want.” Luna said aggressively, but not enough for him to catch on. “You care about her I know, but you have to let her make her own decisions. Giving her no options isn’t the way to go. I know from experience that most people try to kill themselves because they feel like they have no other options. Do you really want to do that to her?”Luna was blunt, and that was a good thing in a time like this.
It has been a week since I handed in my project for English, things still do not feel the same at home, something feels as if it’s missing with Johnny and Dally went. Like a shadow has gone over our group. Nothing feels quite the same around a home, Dally seems more gentle with me almost as if I’m glass and will break, but I can see why. They try to make me feel better, and slowly my life is getting back on track, my grades are slowly climbing up, again Dally thinks I still got a good chance to get into a great university, he thinks that if I enter track next year, and do well I can even get a sports scholarship. I hope what he is saying is right. The whole group seems to be pushing me forward. Sodapop also seems happy for me, he is smiling more, but he almost seems more protective. Now that my head is clear I feel like I can see things the way they are. Because of that, they are careful around me, not wishing me to become like what I was again.
Life has gone on without you. That old girlfriend may be married. Your best friend may no longer share common interests. That hangout where your friends met is no longer be the most blissful spot around. You aren't going back to where you left. That place has changed ... and so have you. Your reality is colored by your thoughts. (2) When you expect something to be one way -- but it is not like that at all -- you experience mental anguish. Expect that things have changed. For, they have.
“This conversation is not over. I want what’s best for you and right now that’s going to see your aunt Carol. I think that it's not as bad as you make it be. -” I cut her off by leaving the room and going to bed.
I know they can’t but you can make the best out of this. We could.” he closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I just don’t want to lose you. I‘ve been perpetually losing you since we met, I know this is hard for you but you have to choose between the possibility of rebuilding a life or going away forever...please.”
As I handed a glass to her, she sat up and thanked me. She gulped down the water as I walked around the bed to sit next to her. I lied down and she did too. My heart began to race again like before, but this time, I knew why.
“How could you mess up so badly?” you repeatedly ask yourself thousands upon thousands of times. Staring at the ceiling in your bed you’re nearly motionless as you’re consumed with all of the thoughts racing through your mind. This goes on weeks, you feel incapacitated and frozen, but the world doesn’t stop with you. Everyday is a constant battle to get up and fulfill your responsibilities, despite your current state of affairs you manage to keep going. “Marin” you say to yourself “You can keep on going.” Eventually the negative feelings subside and you feel like yourself once more. Without even noticing it you’re back to hanging out with your friends regularly and it’s almost as if that heartbreak never occurred. Then the cycle continues, you meet another person and the same thing happens. Though you get stronger after each failure, your hope to find love does not cease. Maybe I’ll run into him today you say to yourself, no maybe not. One seemingly normal day you bump into him by accident. Locking your eyes you both say sorry at the same time and laugh a little. “I’m so sorry” you say with a little laughter seeping out
The knife she has in her hand does not look very comforting,” I waiting for him but he was not answering. She inched forward with the knife in hand. Before I could even blink she was running towards me.
I felt broken. My movements were slow, the expression on my face was one full of grief, and I was less talkative than I normally am when I’m with her, making it all the more easier for her to tell something wasn’t right.