Just Two Kids Stupid And Fearless
Maybe if my heart stops beating, it won't hurt this much
It got a lot worse by time. The bullying. Josh, Bryan and Liz started to avoid me, and Taylor didn't know how to handle that everyone in that fucking school hated me.
It was just notes still, but it was more. "Go and kill yourself you're just fat.", it was only one of them. And the four past weeks, since it all started, I tried to be skinnier. I wasn't weak at all, but words like that really hurt. I had to lie to Alex every single day about how I was doing. I said I felt great, while inside I was dying.
I didn't only receive notes in my locker, it was texts also, so going home wasn't a escape. Taylor was really insecure, and she didn't really know how to help, "Just don't care.", how was that supposed to be any fucking help?
I found the razors in the bathroom, and it didn't take many days until I actually tried them on my skin. It was horrible, and I felt bad for anyone who did it, but the feeling you got, it felt like everything was fine for a little while. The blood streaming from your wrist, down to your fingers, nothing could compare to that.
"You should tell someone. Wendy, they're telling you to die, you shouldn't tolerate that.", Taylor leaned her hip to the wall. Alex would go nuts, mom and dad would call the principle, and the principle would just "talk" to the other student and I would just show myself little and weak.
"How the fuck am I supposed to tell then? I don't want Alex to be low on his tour because he can't come here-", Taylor broke me off before I could finish.
"Have you visit him?"
"No, I've just told him I'm busy.", I said, which was the truth; I didn't have the guts to show him how small I was right now.
"When does he have free days?", she stood up.
"I don't know.", I said and leaned the back of my head backwards.
"I think you should tell someone anyway, you need help.", she said and looked my in the eyes. "Your arms are one example.", she whispered.
"I'm fine, okey? I don't need any help, I can deal with this.", I tried to smile.
"You're getting thinner for each week, and you were underweight before, this is not healthy.", she looked really serious. "I don't wanna lose you."
"Don't worry.", I said. "We gotta get to class now."
The last three weeks, I always sat alone in the classroom, except if it wasn't place for that. If everyone to sit with someone, I was the last choice. Taylor and I just had three classes together, and I saw on her that she was a bit ashamed. Bryan, Josh and Liz never sat with me anymore, they pretended like I didn't exist. Did I even anymore? The only thing that made me sure, was the pain in the slaps, the blood from the wrists, and of course, the love I felt for Alex, and the missing.
My next subject was English, the worse of all, well, my grades were good, but I hated the teacher, and the teacher hated me. I walked slowly into the room, and took a seat at a lonely table.
"Bitch, you're sitting on my seat.", I looked up and saw a blonde bimbo glaring at me with pushed up boobs, and chewing a gum.
"Sorry.", I mumbled, and stood up. I wasn't in the right mode for taking a fight.
"No wonder your sister killed herself, she had to see you everyday.", she stabbed me with words. How did she even dare to drag Alice into this? I closed my eyes and tried to close her out. "You look like a total anorexic victim, like you can die any minute. Don't stop starving.", I so wanted to turn around and beat the shit out of her, but I knew that they would take it back me, worse than ever. I sighed and took a seat in the left corner, and I saw her staring at me for the rest of the class.
I almost ran to my locker after our teacher said we could go, but still the tall bimbo grabbed my arm.
"You know no one wants you here, so why don't you do us a favor and get the fuck out?", she glared at me, and a bunch of people got on her side.
"She's right you whore.", a older guy said, and showed up behind her. "I'm also sure Alex is banging some hooker now.", I'd rather have him killing me with his hands, instead of mental.
"Why can't you go and kill yourself like your sister? Hopefully you can share a grave, so you don't take up space for more important people.", the bimbo sneered at me, as she let go. "You can go and cry now, you weak little baby emo. Did you remember your razors this morning?", I didn't answer. "Didn't you know that everyone has already seen your wrists? Well it's not a secret. I think Alice is waiting for you in hell, because you're so not worth coming to heaven.", I was mentally dead now. Just mentioning Alice name made me wanna die, a thousand times over, and over again.
"Why are you still here? Leave.", she said and I rushed to my locker, got my bag, and walked out to my car.
I had a panic, and anxiety attack all the way to the apartment, and my breathing just got worse, and worse. My phone vibrated constantly, texts from unknown number, calls from Taylor, and Alex for once on a early time. I ignored it, and laid it one the passenger seat. I cried my eyes out, and the girls words repeated in my head over and over again, "Why can't you go and kill yourself like your sister?". All her words made me not wanna live anymore, and I would really like to die. Just not today. My breath takes went faster, as the phone next to me blew up with new texts, and incoming calls. How did even these people get my number? Why did they want to torture me?
The first thing I did when I got inside the door was walking straight to the bedroom. I pulled out the drawer and picked out one razor. I didn't hesitate for a second and slid the blade on my wrist. This time I did it deeper than usual, which meant it came more blood.
One time.
Two times.
Three times.
Four times.
And I nearly could the fifth time until I passed out, while hearing the door being opened and everything became black.
It was just notes still, but it was more. "Go and kill yourself you're just fat.", it was only one of them. And the four past weeks, since it all started, I tried to be skinnier. I wasn't weak at all, but words like that really hurt. I had to lie to Alex every single day about how I was doing. I said I felt great, while inside I was dying.
I didn't only receive notes in my locker, it was texts also, so going home wasn't a escape. Taylor was really insecure, and she didn't really know how to help, "Just don't care.", how was that supposed to be any fucking help?
I found the razors in the bathroom, and it didn't take many days until I actually tried them on my skin. It was horrible, and I felt bad for anyone who did it, but the feeling you got, it felt like everything was fine for a little while. The blood streaming from your wrist, down to your fingers, nothing could compare to that.
"You should tell someone. Wendy, they're telling you to die, you shouldn't tolerate that.", Taylor leaned her hip to the wall. Alex would go nuts, mom and dad would call the principle, and the principle would just "talk" to the other student and I would just show myself little and weak.
"How the fuck am I supposed to tell then? I don't want Alex to be low on his tour because he can't come here-", Taylor broke me off before I could finish.
"Have you visit him?"
"No, I've just told him I'm busy.", I said, which was the truth; I didn't have the guts to show him how small I was right now.
"When does he have free days?", she stood up.
"I don't know.", I said and leaned the back of my head backwards.
"I think you should tell someone anyway, you need help.", she said and looked my in the eyes. "Your arms are one example.", she whispered.
"I'm fine, okey? I don't need any help, I can deal with this.", I tried to smile.
"You're getting thinner for each week, and you were underweight before, this is not healthy.", she looked really serious. "I don't wanna lose you."
"Don't worry.", I said. "We gotta get to class now."
The last three weeks, I always sat alone in the classroom, except if it wasn't place for that. If everyone to sit with someone, I was the last choice. Taylor and I just had three classes together, and I saw on her that she was a bit ashamed. Bryan, Josh and Liz never sat with me anymore, they pretended like I didn't exist. Did I even anymore? The only thing that made me sure, was the pain in the slaps, the blood from the wrists, and of course, the love I felt for Alex, and the missing.
My next subject was English, the worse of all, well, my grades were good, but I hated the teacher, and the teacher hated me. I walked slowly into the room, and took a seat at a lonely table.
"Bitch, you're sitting on my seat.", I looked up and saw a blonde bimbo glaring at me with pushed up boobs, and chewing a gum.
"Sorry.", I mumbled, and stood up. I wasn't in the right mode for taking a fight.
"No wonder your sister killed herself, she had to see you everyday.", she stabbed me with words. How did she even dare to drag Alice into this? I closed my eyes and tried to close her out. "You look like a total anorexic victim, like you can die any minute. Don't stop starving.", I so wanted to turn around and beat the shit out of her, but I knew that they would take it back me, worse than ever. I sighed and took a seat in the left corner, and I saw her staring at me for the rest of the class.
I almost ran to my locker after our teacher said we could go, but still the tall bimbo grabbed my arm.
"You know no one wants you here, so why don't you do us a favor and get the fuck out?", she glared at me, and a bunch of people got on her side.
"She's right you whore.", a older guy said, and showed up behind her. "I'm also sure Alex is banging some hooker now.", I'd rather have him killing me with his hands, instead of mental.
"Why can't you go and kill yourself like your sister? Hopefully you can share a grave, so you don't take up space for more important people.", the bimbo sneered at me, as she let go. "You can go and cry now, you weak little baby emo. Did you remember your razors this morning?", I didn't answer. "Didn't you know that everyone has already seen your wrists? Well it's not a secret. I think Alice is waiting for you in hell, because you're so not worth coming to heaven.", I was mentally dead now. Just mentioning Alice name made me wanna die, a thousand times over, and over again.
"Why are you still here? Leave.", she said and I rushed to my locker, got my bag, and walked out to my car.
I had a panic, and anxiety attack all the way to the apartment, and my breathing just got worse, and worse. My phone vibrated constantly, texts from unknown number, calls from Taylor, and Alex for once on a early time. I ignored it, and laid it one the passenger seat. I cried my eyes out, and the girls words repeated in my head over and over again, "Why can't you go and kill yourself like your sister?". All her words made me not wanna live anymore, and I would really like to die. Just not today. My breath takes went faster, as the phone next to me blew up with new texts, and incoming calls. How did even these people get my number? Why did they want to torture me?
The first thing I did when I got inside the door was walking straight to the bedroom. I pulled out the drawer and picked out one razor. I didn't hesitate for a second and slid the blade on my wrist. This time I did it deeper than usual, which meant it came more blood.
One time.
Two times.
Three times.
Four times.
And I nearly could the fifth time until I passed out, while hearing the door being opened and everything became black.
So, I just read what you have of this story and its prequel, and I really like what you have of both. At first, it was a little rough getting into it; it seemed kind of rushed at first, especially with all of the drama of how they got together and then broke up in like a day when they first met, but I have to say, after the time passed and they got back together again, this story just really started getting good. Some of the grammar is a bit off, but as you continued the story I noticed your improvement and that's awesome; that means you have definitely progressed as you have continued writing this.
I'm sad it was never finished, though. One thing I found a bit odd was that you continued with this installment after giving the first one an epilogue, due to the fact that means we already know the ending for Wendy and Alex, but... I kind of like how you did that. I don't believe I've seen an author do that before, kind of go back and fill in the time in-between in the sequel.
And this story is seriously so cute. Alex and Wendy's love is seriously so genuine; again, while it was a bit rushed at first, as I got into the second half of the first installment and this sequel it was just, wow, I just love their relationship. It's been a while since I've seen such a connection between the two characters and I seriously enjoyed it.
And I also liked the fact that as I got to the end of what you have so far, that you made it realistic. Alex understands she's not ready for a baby and is ready to sacrifice that. This is actually the first time I've seen this in a story, where it's being both considered and followed through with, along with the fact that both characters are for the most part peaceful with the decision. Hell I'm even peaceful with the decision, which really surprises me, because every other story where this has happened, I haven't been. And that's really weird for me, so kudos for pulling that off and making it convincing, and not making it so heartbreaking. I mean it is still a heartbreaking thing, but it's more understood that it's the best decision. Although the two characters being fine with it probably is what makes me as a reader somewhat okay with it. I'm happy you took that route as opposed to creating severe conflict, which is what I typically see with this idea. It was a nice change.
And, wow, this is a long comment. To sum up, I think you're a great writer and I really hope you're still writing on your own time, at least. I'm sad this wasn't finished, but I wanted to leave a comment letting you know my thoughts and just how much I've genuinely liked what I've read so far. Seriously, great job. If you ever choose to continue someday, I will be here to read. This story is too good to let go. I think these two characters should have more of a conclusion in this installment. But I guess overall I should be happy, considering with the last installment, we know that they end up together. So at least that's been told.
But still, if you continue, I'm willing to read. :)
7/5/16