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Chapter 5 (v.1) - David

Submitted: March 09, 2011

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Submitted: March 09, 2011



My mother called earlier that day…she disowned me and wanted me to move out of her house. What a bitch, I thought to myself.

That night, I snuck out to find the cart with all the medicine on it. I saw it by the desk area on level two. As I crawled over to it, I was about to grab some morphine when a voice said,

“Tsk, tsk. Poor Kailee, has to sneak out in a failed attempt to find drugs, making herself feel better.”

I sighed and turned, to glance at my anonymous “parole officer”, and it turned out that it was David! He was holding a bag of medical marijuana. I smirked and whispered, “So I’m not the druggie here after all; we both are! How cute.”

David rolled his eyes in the darkly lit hallway, and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. He took me back to our room to show me his treasures…and ooh boy there was many, many treasures.

“So David, I see you know your way around here…?” I questioned lightly.

“Well miss nosy, if you must know, I am here quite a lot and it’s like a second home to me. Well…my only home. I don’t count a juvenile center as a home.”

“Oh,” I replied.

“So you like to cut yourself,” he said, in a sick way of happiness.

I smiled.

That night he showed me where to cut myself, where not to unless I want to die, where it doesn’t even hurt so it’d be pointless to cut there, and where to cut if I’m really pissed off. For the next two weeks, David became my best friend. Every night felt like a month with him, and by the end of our stay together, I fell in love with him, and I am damn sure he fell in love with me too.

Thursday came around, and we locked eyes as we were let loose. Neither of us had a home, and we both we so close we didn’t want to separate. Two weeks seemed as if it were all seventeen years of my life. I loved him.

“Kailee,” he said, holding up my chin as the warm tears streamed down my face,

“These past two weeks have been amazing. I’ve never felt so happy with someone. Right now, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die if…”

“If what,” I asked.

“If I have you, I’ll never wish to die. I….I love you.”

…And with a swift move of his muscular body, he pulled me up to him with his arms and kissed me strong. It was a twelve second kiss but so passionate, I knew he meant it.

This wasn’t the guy only planning on getting into my pants. This emo hunk was actually in love with me, even for only two weeks passing by.

“David,” I gasped, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

He kissed me again, but softer this time, and pulled off before saying, “We can be together, we could move in together somewhere and make a life of ourselves. Would you like that…?”

He knew the answer by my smile, and we were off to visit my home. I crossed the road to the bus stop, and we waited for the bus in silence, holding hands.

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