Remembering_the_innocent

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This is for all of the innocent. This is for the people whose lives were taken for no real reason to cacner, of really any diseas.e This is for the people who didn't deserve to die. IF you have a relative, loved one, friend or a story of a good person with a bad story comment on my profile. We'll make their story known. 
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~The Broken Parachute~

A short story.
Part II


 
        At this point, they are not together. It's been this way since one afternoon after he drove me home from school. Her friend saw me get into his car and she immediately reported this sighting to her. As we were in the car, half way to my house, his phone rang. It was her. He ignored the call. This happened three more times before we reached my house. He just continued to ignore the call. Later when I was alone, he texted me, "Hannah and I are done once and for all." I smiled at my phone yet I couldn't help but have the slight fear that this was too good to be true. She would somehow find a way to get him back even if he didn't want to go back. He wanted to be done with the drama. He wanted to be done with all the difficultly she had caused him in the past. He wanted to be done with her.
        It was too good to be true. Time went by and we were still not together. Neither were they, but something was wrong. I noticed her casually trying to hold his hand. She tried grabbing him from behind. He did nothing to stop it. She wanted me to see her slight gestures and it was painful. Dealing with depression made it worse. All I wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs and run out of town. My pain gave her joy. 
        I tried so hard to look past the moments I saw them together. I didn't want to mention it to him. If I did we would get into a fight. Last time we fought he came so close to leaving me. I didn't want to lose him. His life was complicated enough and I will admit that I don't make it any easier. Neither does she but I didn't question them together.
        I finally got up the courage to ask him to hang out. I invited him over for a movie night. I asked a week in advance prior to the night I wanted to spend with him. In the moment he didn't have an answer. Day by day he did not have a final answer for me until the day before our date. Unfortunately, he said he could not hang out because he was busy. I did not question it. I knew he and his parents we going through a difficult time and figured he wouldn't stand me up unless it was something important. 
        Saturday came which was the day after our abandoned date. I was on twitter when I came across her account. I just casually happened to click upon it and I was shocked to see what I saw. The night we had plans, he was not busy. He was with her. My heart sunk and my eyes filled with tears. Salt water poured from my eyes and my makeup smeared down my face. He lied to be with her. I was done. I was done with the lies and I was done chasing after something that would never be mine. I couldn't deal with the pain for one more second. 
        I was home alone. There was no one there to hold me back. I grabbed a stool and dragged it into my closet. No more suffering. I turned off the lights and shut the door.
 

Thoughts? Comments? Questions?
Thank you to anyone who took the time to read my short story. I'm consisdering writing a full length story. Would anyone enjoy that? If you have not read Part I, the link can be found below.

http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/6830068

My dentist told me once

that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was not hurting you doesn’t mean you did not notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.

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ievegemarried,
divorce will not be an option. any problem
we  have we will work out for two reasons.
reason number 1 is bc when you're up at
the alter you say "Until death do us part"
not "Until we have a difficult problem" &
reason number 2 is bc I grew up in a broken
family and I would never want my kids
going through that too.

 



 

~The Broken Parachute~

A short story.

 
      This had been going on for months. I walk through the halls with my head to the ground. I cannot bear to see him with her for one more minute. They weren't together anymore. He claimed they were just "friends." He knew how I felt. He claimed he felt the same way. He was complicated.
        He had been with her on and off for months. I assumed it was like a roller coaster ride with its ups and downs. He disagreed. He claimed it was more like a parachute ride which just kept going down. If it was a parachute ride, however, why did he keep holding on. I didn't understand. I never have, and don't think I ever will.
        I can understand one thing. He had attachments issues. It was due to the fact that he was adopted from Russia. He had a hard time getting away from her no matter how hard he tried. She some how always got him back which is why I'm not with him.
        From what I've seen and heard about the two, she truly doesn't care about him. He confessed to her his feelings for me and she exploded. They were not together at the time. She doesn't want to lose him to me. I simply just do not want to lose him. Come June, he would be gone. He would be leaving for the military and God only knows if I would ever see him again.
        I pray time will slow down. Maybe then the two of us can have a chance. I've been shedding tears at the thought of him leaving. I cry myself to sleep every night. I can remember one day when I was dealing with my depression. I tried to stay strong but my mind was cluttered full of emotion. He grabbed my hands, looked me in the eyes, and said, "I'll be fighting for you." I broke down and he held me in his arms. I sobbed into his shoulder as he sang quietly in my ear. Even if he wasn't mine and even if he never truly would be, I did love him. He was, is, and always will be my one and only.
        The hard part is caring so much for him and knowing I'm battling with a girl who doesn't care half as much. She is clearly aware of his issues. She knows he can't get away and she takes advantage of this. I am always by his side. I try to help him through the ups and the downs of every aspect of his complicated life. I will stand by him forever and always. I care for him knowing of the little money he and his parents are living off of. I care for him knowing his flaws. I care for him knowing I may never have him.
 
Thoughts? Comments?
This was only half of the story. If anyone's reading I would love to post the rest.
BUT I can only do that if I know someone is reading.
 
 
There are just those times where you
feel  as if the whole world is against you...
{{ look inside yourself, look
hard, we'll make it through}}

I am incredibly awkward.
I get attached easily, and I hold on for too long.
I don’t like opening up to people.
Most five year old children can express their feelings
better than me.
I hide behind my fake smiles.
I’m probably one of the most difficult people
you will ever meet.

But I can be sweet.
I’m a great listener.
I’ll guard your secrets with my life.
I will never judge you based on your mistakes,
and I’ll love you as much as I can.

I can be, if you let me,
one of the best things in your life.

 

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OMGUYS THILITERALLY JUST HAPPENED. 
 
~me texting my crush~

crush: heyy whats up
me: nothing much i'm pretty
me: oops i'm pretty tired***
crush: haha, well it isn't a lie though. you are very pretty.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG.
 


when i was ten,
my heart was too big for my body
and there was this boy in my class who i hated
because his hair was stupid and his smile was stupid
and i couldn't speak properly when he was around.
i found out he liked my best friend
and that made me feel a bit hollow inside
so i crinkled my nose and hated him more
even when he tried to talk to me.
(have you ever hated someone that way?)

when i was eleven
our teacher sat us next to each other in class.
we laughed at everything with our eyes
and everyone else got annoyed
i'd lie in bed texting him until i fell asleep
(his hair was still stupid.)

when i was twelve,
i was freefalling into destruction,
but he could still make me smile
even when it hurt my heart to do it.
my dad was dying and my skin was scarred,
but he told stupid jokes that made it go away.
(maybe i dotted the i in his name with a heart.)

when i was thirteen,
we only had one class together,
but we sat together every single lesson
and drew on each others' hands
and the teacher thought we were dating.
i liked another guy for most of that year.
(i never told anyone that i liked the first boy, too.)

when i was fourteen,
i dated a tall guy who i didn't like
because i didn't want to admit that maybe i was in love with my best friend,
who made fun of my boyfriend mercilessly.
i dumped him, but i never told him why.

i'm almost fifteen,
and my heart is still too big for my body.
these are all the things i'll never tell him.


 




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