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Chapter One
By xsparrows77x

 


Chapter One

I just wanted to start by saying I am not mad, despite what others may think. Heartbroken and ruined, perhaps; but I am not mad. I also normally hate writing, but Mr. Temp said that I need a way to remember everything in perfect order and in perfect detail, and he suggested I do this. I just hope that my mind can remember - I've blocked most of it out because it hurts too much to think about. I'm not even sure where to start, or even where I want to start. Just thinking about her name sends me into a panic.

I suppose I can start with the night we fell in love, not that anything unusual happened then. It had been the first time she and I ever spent any time alone together, and it was absolutely magnificent. I took her down to my old neighborhood, Evelyn Drive, and into the woods, the ones I spent most of my childhood trying to map out and explore. Oh, how beautiful it was! It had rained the night before, and the trees smelled of sugar and dew; the hues of the leaves, darkened by the water, made them pop out from beneath our feet, and what rain was left in the canopy above us slowly sprinkled into the bubbling creek.

And so, we walked hand in hand, very close to each other, trying to remain oblivious to the autumn's bitter breath. I remember the conversations we had, the way she threw her head back and laughed when I said something gut-busting or tucked it away into my arm and giggled when I flattered her.

I remember how she blushed when I took her face in my hands and whispered “I love you” against her lips. I remember her hot breath against my neck when we found a dry spot under the tallest tree in the wood. I remember how we made the sweetest love ever to be made and how she laid beside me and shook. And more than anything, I remember how she looked at me with those innocent blue eyes of hers and said “Sadi, one day, I'm going to kill you.”

I didn't think much of it then; I was too high with passion. Just a sexual threat, perhaps? After all, she was eighteen, and I, a mere fourteen. She would always go on about how odd a couple we would be, and I agreed. But God, I didn't care. I loved her.

As I now reflect upon her words, I wish they were true. I wish she had killed me. At least then, I wouldn't hurt as much as I do now. At least then, I wouldn't have to sleep alone. At least then, I wouldn't have died alone.

 

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