deadly love

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veronica is your typical girl; she's a great student and loves her family. she also has her best friend isabelle. veronica and isabelle have been inseperable since day one. many people question their friendship. what isabelle doesn't know is veronica loves her. really loves her. tragic things happen throughout this short story. i hope you enjoy.

Submitted: April 14, 2016

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We are sitting on my couch, alone in the house. She whispers something in my ear and I get shivers down my spine. She gently strokes my leg and tells me not to worry. I’m sitting, breathing heavy. I don’t know if I should be scared or excited. She gently puts a finger on my lips. I lean and she does the same movement as me. I get closer to her and ... I wake up breathing heavy. I jump out of bed and dress quickly because I realize I am late again. Great. I run down the stairs and take an apple before I leave for the bus when my mother stops me. "Have a good day at school sweetheart, okay?" "I will." I gave her a big hug and ran toward the door. On the bus, I revise my dream. It felt so real, I was able to feel her near me, her lips so close to mine. I need to tell her soon. These dreams are going to drive me insane.

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When I arrive at school, I head straight to her locker to tell her good morning, like I always did. There she was, walking down the hall. Isabelle Adams. Everyone calls her the social butterfly of the school, or the queen bee. She has long, blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was tall and just plain gorgeous. Then there was her awkward best friend Veronica, therefore me. I was the complete opposite of her; brown hair, green eyes, wore glasses and was much shorter than her. Everyone questions our friendship, wondering how we even became friends. I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just wish I could have her. All to myself.. “Hello?? Earth to Vero??” “Oh sorry Izzy! Guess I was daydreaming..” About having you in my arms. “You’re always daydreaming! Anyways, I have to get to class. Don’t want to be late for physics again!” “Yeah, I don’t want to be late for French.” Before we went our separate ways, I hollered to her “By the way, good morning!” She turned around and smiled.

 

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In French class, I just couldn’t concentrate. All I was thinking about was my dream from last night. I was so close to kissing her, I was able to feel her breathing. I must have been zoned out for a while because Miss Longtin came to my desk. “Vero, is everything okay?” I shot right up when she spoke. How long had she been there? “I’m.. I’m fine.” I guess she didn’t believe me because she asked if we could talk in the hallway. Great. She shut the door behind us, and crossed her arms and stared at me. Miss Longtin was my favourite teacher. She was always there for me when I needed her. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, she broke the tension. “Vero, it’s been a couple of weeks that you’ve been distracted. Don’t get me wrong, you are one of my brightest students. I’m just worried, that’s all.” Should I tell her? Will she think I’m stupid, or weird? “ It’s just.. There’s someone that I love, and I want to tell that person how I feel, but I’m afraid that they won’t feel the same way.” I felt dumb telling her this, but she just smiled at me. “Vero, I know you’re scared and worried about what the truth holds, but let me tell you something. If you tell this person how you feel about them, there’s a chance they feel the same way, or they don’t.” “But what if it’s awkward after? Our friendship won’t be the same anymore.” “ Then don’t make it awkward Vero. If that person didn’t have the same feelings, in no way should that ruin a good friendship. Just tell them Vero, don’t be afraid of the truth, even if it hurts sometimes.” “Thanks Miss, I needed this.” We both smiled and hugged each other. Miss Longtin is right. I should just tell Isabelle. But I need to make sure that it goes perfect. Nothing can go wrong.

 

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After school, I got on the bus and anxiously waited for my stop. At my stop, I quickly got off and ran home. Everyone was still at work, so I had the house to myself. I ran up the stairs and shut my bedroom door. I only had the rest of the day to come up with a plan. I wanted to tell her tomorrow. If not, I wouldn’t be able to ever tell her. I sat at my computer desk and started writing out my plan. Tomorrow during lunch, I will tell her I need to talk to her about something important. I will bring her underneath the stairs and read her a letter that I will write. Hopefully she feels the same way. Well she must because of what she said at that party a couple of weeks ago..

 

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“Do we have to go Izzy? We can just stay at my place and watch movies.” “Oh come on Vero, you promised me we would go to the party.” She looked at me with those big blue eyes, how could I not resist that? “ Whatever, but just because I promised.” “Yay!”***

When we arrived to Justin Veenstra’s party, I looked through the window and saw several lights flashing and felt the ground vibrating because the music was that loud. Fantastic. We walked in the house and were greeted by ear splitting music and the smell of booze and marijuana. I jumped when I felt a hand touch my own. It was Izzy. My heart rate escalated quickly and I felt sweat beading at my forehead. I never knew her hands were so soft. She turned around and looked at me. “Come on, I’ll show you where we are going.” I held her hand until we got to a door. I started getting a little excited, wondering if we were going to do what I was thinking of. She opened the door and there were five couches with either people having sex on them, or doing drugs. Guess my dream isn’t coming true tonight. Izzy and I sat down with 3 other guys, which whom I’ve never really talked to. We spent the night drinking and playing card games. After a couple of hours of drinking and laughing like a bunch of crazy people, we were pretty drunk. One of the guys went off with a girl, who knows doing what, so the rest of us decided to attempt playing euchre. After playing a couple of hands, the guys had to go to the bathroom, so it was just Isabelle and I. She turned to look at me, and she just smiled at me. Her smile always made me fall harder for her. “What?” I smiled. “What are you smiling about?” “I’m smiling because I love you.” My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat. My hands trembling, I managed to say “You.. You love me?” “Yeah, I really do. You’re my best friend and you’ve been there for me for everything. How could I not love you Vero?” I couldn’t even speak, I just smiled and felt tears forming in my eyes, messing with my vision. I just got close to her, and hugged her. I’ve hugged Izzy many times before, but this time was different. I felt a spark when we touched. I felt her against my body, her body heat coming off of her. I knew she was drunk, but people tell the truth when they’re drunk, so I didn’t care. All I cared about was that she loved me. That’s all that mattered to me.

 

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As we ate supper, my parents were talking about their work day. I was too distracted from my plan to eat. “ Honey, why aren’t you eating?” I jumped out of my gaze and cracked a smile to my mom. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just anxious for tomorrow, that’s all.” “Oh, well try and eat a bit, okay?” I finished eating and ran up the stairs. I started frantically searching in my closet, looking for the perfect outfit. I could wear a nice, sexy dress with stockings, but that would over do it. Then I found it: a pair of black skinny jeans and a cute, yellow blouse. I could also wear a cute pair of wedges. After laying out my outfit on my dresser, I decided to hop in the shower. The water very hot, steam pouring from the shower, and my hair and body nice and clean, I sat at the bottom of the tub. I closed my eyes and imagined what would happen tomorrow. I was going to tell my best friend that I’ve known forever, that I love her. She will probably start to cry, tears of joy when I tell her. And maybe, just maybe, I will finally get to kiss her. I finally got out of the shower around 7:30. I got in my room, put pj’s on, and started to blow dry my hair. After I finished blow drying, I decided I was going to curl my hair. I plugged in my phone to my speakers and started jamming out while curling my hair. I finished around 10:30 and went straight to bed to get a good night’s sleep.


 

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The next morning, I got up early to fix my hair and get ready. I was done by 7:15, leaving me with 20 minutes before I had to catch the bus. Sitting at the kitchen table, I read over and over my letter I was going to read to Izzy. It was perfect. Nothing was going to go wrong today. Today is my day.  


 

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All through first and second period, I just couldn’t contain my excitement. The bell for second period finally rang, and I sprinted out of class. I got to Isabelle’s locker just as she was heading towards it. She saw me and gave me a big smile. God I love that smile. “Hey Vero! What’s up?” Trying to catch my breath, I said, “We.. need to.. talk. It’s important.” “Okay”. I led her to underneath the stairs near the art room. She sat on the ground, playing with her nails. Why was I so nervous? I already knew her answer, I just had to tell her how I felt. I pulled out the sheet of paper, and she shot her head up. “What’s that?” “I need to read this, just listen, okay?” She nodded in response. I took a deep breath, and began reading. “Isabelle, we’ve been best friends for so long, I can’t even remember.” She started to laugh a bit. “We’ve been there for each other for everything and anything, and I’m glad to have you. I didn’t bring you here today to talk about how amazing of a friend you are. I’ve been keeping a big secret from you for a while, and if I don’t tell you now, I never will. Isabelle… I love you. I don’t mean friend wise, I mean I really love you. A couple of weeks ago at that party, when you told me you loved me, I wanted to grab you and just kiss your lips. That’s all I’ve ever wanted was you, Izzy.” She got up and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “Vero, I would never in my life love you like that! I was so drunk that night, I barely remember the night. I like boys, always will. I can’t believe I held your hand, or even hugged you!” “What?! How can you say that! I’m your best friend!” “Well not anymore, freak.” She walked away, and I was left alone. I slumped to the ground and just cried. How can she do this to me? After all we’ve been through.. After my meltdown, I wiped my eyes and headed to my locker. Everyone was staring at me. Whispers circled everywhere. I walked faster to my locker. I ran into a group of football guys, and landed on my butt. I looked up at them, they were laughing. “Ew, the freak touched me! I have to burn my clothes now!” “Yeah, you don’t want her lesbian germs on you!” I quickly got up and started running for the front entrance. Everyone was pointing and laughing. They were screaming out names like homo, lesbian, freak. Someone even told me I would burn in hell. I took the city bus home. I unlocked the front door, ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. Everyone knew. She told the whole school. I thought she was my best friend. I started ripping up pictures of the two of us. I was crying so hard, I was on the verge of puking from coughing so much. My parents came home around 4:30, and my mom came into my room. “Vero, your teachers called and said you never…” She looked around my room and saw the big mess I made. “Honey.. What are you doing?” “Umm.. I had to rip up some useless papers..” “ Oh okay.. Well, dinner will be ready in about a half hour.” “Not hungry." "Well, if you're hungry, come down .. I love you  Vero" "You too mom." She quietly closed the door and I  bursted into tears. I got up from the ground and stood in front of my mirror. Looking at me, I can hear those horrible names those kids called  me. "I can’t go back to school .. I don’t  know what to do .." I changed into my pyjamas, climbed into  bed and slept all night .. "Honey wake up . Time for school." I half opened my eyes, exhausted from the previous night. I stayed awake until three in the morning, watching videos of Isabelle and I and just cried. "Mom, can I stay home today? I don’t feel good." She checked my temperature with the back of her hand, and gave me a sad smile. "Ok sweetie. If there is an emergency, you call me okay?" Oh mom, if you only knew .. "I will." She kissed me on the forehead and left the room. When I was sure everyone was gone, I got out of bed.  I already made my decision last night that I wanted to. I have nothing to live for. I lost the only thing I wanted the most. Without Isabelle, I have nothing. I am useless. “Why should I live if there's nothing more for me”? I unplugged my phone from its’ charger and put it against a couple of books and pushed the record button. I sat on the edge of my bed and waited with impatience. "I am the real Veronica Blanchard. Everything was perfect. My family is amazing, and  school was good. My best friend, as most of you know, was my everything. For the love of God, I loved her. I told her how I felt, and she ruined me and told the whole school that I was disgusting; a monster. Someone even told me to die .. Last night, while I was bawling my eyes and destroying all the memories of her, I stopped to think: Why should I still be here? I lost the only thing that mattered most to me. Without her I am nothing. I’m not doing  this to for you to feel pity, but to say goodbye to this messed up world. The pain and betrayal can finally come to an end .." I stopped recording, put it up on Facebook, and fell to the ground and started crying. After a few minutes, I headed for the bathroom. I put my phone on the side of the sink and grabbed a new razor from the medicine cabinet. I removed the security guard and just started cutting. I grimaced in pain, and I felt tears running down my face. My phone rang and I dropped the razor on the floor. It was Isabelle. I put my phone on silent and went back to my room. I threw my phone on the bed and looked at my arm. It would be too long before I bleed to death. I looked at my closet and started walking toward it. I took my computer chair and began to tie a rope around the bar. Slowly I put the rope around my neck. I closed my eyes and gave a kick to the back of the chair. My respirations were shallow, and I was out of breath. The room was cold and then it went dark ..

 

 

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Isabelle ran up the stairs, with Vero's parents not far behind. She called Vero’s parents as soon as she saw the video. They ran into the bathroom and found the razor covered in blood on the floor. They followed the trail of blood into her room. They opened the door and her mother let out a horrified scream. "Oh my God. Eric she’s dead! Our little girl is dead!" While Vero’s father consoled his hysterical wife, Isabelle picked up a piece of paper on the floor. The letter said: "I love you and I thought you loved me too. You destroyed me psychologically and I no longer could bear the pain. Everyone thought I was disgusting. I thought you were my best friend. I guess we were both wrong .. "



 

 

 


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