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Depressing songs and crying...Gives it all away right? It's a short-ass story but yeah. I'm also confused on the rating part so...

Submitted: October 23, 2011

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It's wrong

 

 At least a million people detest it. But, what am I supposed to do? What's done, is done. I can do nothing about it. 

 

But how am I supposed to tell anyone? 

 

It will possibly hurt them more than it will hurt me. They 'care' for me. And I hate them for that. Since I have been growing up, tons of relatives have been nagging to me about the subject-

 

"Whatever you do, you should never fall in love with a girl,for that will earn you a straight entrance into hell and-"

 

Bullshit. I don't care about what others think of me, they're just probably telling me what their relatives told them. Moronic twits. *Sigh* How did I ever end up in this condition anyway?

 

-Flashback-

 

"Hey! Hey! Look at me! Hey!" Argh...Who the hell does she think she is? My mom? And right when I was about to fall asleep-"Hey! Don't you recognise me?" Of course I do idiot, that's why i'm ignoring you. But still, when I looked up to her, all I saw was her face with an idiotic grin plastered on it. Then, it got worse, she started poking me. That imbicile." Hey, I just wanted to say i'm sorry okay?" Sorry? Ain't no one-lettered word gonna make up for what you did to me. 

 

-Flashback within a Flashback-

 

I grunted in frustration as I gripped my one and only teddy bear as tightly as I could-as if my life depended on it. I was playing a tug-of-war kind of 'game', except for the fact that I had never agreed to this. " Hey, I just want to see it!" No way. Not on my dead bod-"AHHH!" I was falling back as a result of my weak hands losing the grip on that big fluffy bear of mine. And fuck was it the worst mistake of my life. My head bumped onto the fence. Fuck. What kind of fence was it? The impact was so gaddamned hard that when I had finally awaken from my accident, all I saw was black, and white.( and obviously gray, but the hell I wanted it to be exaggerated.) 

 

-End of Flashback within a Flashback-

 

She took my vision of color. How am I supposed to forgive her for that? 

 

-End of Flashback-

 

Well, it just so happened that that afternoon, the Chemistry teacher (we were in tenth grade) gave us lab partners. Guess who I got? Guess. Yup, it was her. And I still remember that cheeky grin she had when he called out our names. In the end, it happened just like a love story; I fall in love with her, she falls in love with me, we were happy, but after 2 years of all that shit, she asked me when I was going to tell her parents and my parents about it. And so I'm here stuck in this sticky situation. Great. But now, I devised myself a plan, here it is-

 

Step 1- Tell them.

 

Step 2- Get nagged and scolded at like crazy, and then sit in my room all day and listen to depressing music while they discuss about the situation.

 

Step 3- Get my heart broken when they tell me that i'm not allowed to date her ( probably see her is more likely) and then cry.

 

Yup. That's my plan so far, but I don't know about the crying part, 'cause I've never cried before in the past year. Funny isn't it? A girl who is extremely sensitive doesn't cry often. But sigh, now i'm preparing my depressing songs list. Wish me luck.


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