Never Judge A Book By It's Cover
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Written by Ashley McGrain
His death was very painful. I could never have thought that he would
of died. He knew everyone liked him. If not, he knew I did. He knew
he needed to die. But what he didn't know that it would kill me, too.
Everyone picked on him, But no one really knew why. He would blame
everyone on his death. I know he would, I just know. His death got me
remembering of all of the things we used to do together. I never
actually realized how much he really meant to me.
***Monday***
I will always remember him, and I hope you will, too. Remember both
him and me because as the knife awaits, I will die his painful death.
As the knife awaits, I grab it and put it up to my wrist. As my death
awaits, I heard a voice, a voice that sounds very familiar. The voice
said: "Please don't cut. Do it for me. You have a reason to live, I
didn't." As I got down on my knees, I plead for his life. But all I
could hear is an echo of: "You have a reason to live, I didn't." I
felt a big quest of wind as it picked me up off my knees. It flew me
up and over onto the couch. Then a ghost of him appeared.
"Please don't cut." he whispered to me.
"If you go back into your body, I won't." I whispered, trying not to
cry.
He nodded his head and left. Just before I went to bed, there was a
note on my pillow. It said: "Go to the hospital, as the body and soul
of your true lover awaits for you."
***The Day Before---Sunday***
We were at the mall, as me and my boyfriend. He approached me in a
different way. Usually, he kisses me on the cheek and we hug. But
today, he approached me with a smile. He always approaches me with a
smile because he once said that I'm the only one that made him smile
and warm inside. But his smile today was like "I'm REALLY happy to
see you" smile. He never before gave me one of those smile. Plus, he
was holding me in his arms. He always does, but this time, it felt
something really different. He was really romantic that day. I didn't
know why. The feeling I felt that I got when he held me in his arms,
the smile he gave me, I knew something was up. So I asked him:
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, why?"
"You're acting more romantic than you always do."
"It's because I love you."
I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. He was in back of me,
so he had to come in front of me. And when he did, he got down on his
knees and asked:
"Will you marry me?"
I knew something was up, I just knew it.
"Yes." I answered.
He got up off his knee and puts the ring on my finger.
"I'm sorry the mall isn't the right place for a proposal, but I
couldn't help it." he said.
"It's ok."
After that, we went back to shopping and hanging out. Then I had to
got to the bathroom, so we did. As I went to the bathroom, he waited
for me outside of the bathroom when all of a sudden, from what he told
me, these people walked up to him and started to gang up on him.
"Oh, I'm sorry the mall isn't the right place for a proposal, but I
couldn't help it." one mimicked. The rest of the gang laughed.
"Know what, we don't like you, know why?" asked another.
"Why?" He asked.
"Cause we don't, that's why." one joked.
The gang laughed and walked away. I then walked out of the bathroom.
He gave me a look that seemed that he was up to no good.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Nothing." He answered. He then smiled and continued shopping.
Later that night, after we went home, I called him. He didn't answer.
I tried calling him again, but still no answer. I called about a
billion times before I started over there. I got my jacket on. The
phone rang. I didn't mind to pick it up because I was on my way over
to his house. The answer machine picked it up.
"Hi, you probably know who this is. Um, I called to say that I love
you a lot and what I do tonight, I hope that you will forgive me for
and know why I did it. Goodbye, and I love you.'
Then he hung up. I rushed out of my house and over to his house to see
his dead body on the ground. I went for his help while calling 911.He
whispered: "I love you." as his last words. He than took one last
breath and closed his eyes. I knew there wasn't anything else to do
until the ambulance got here, and nothing to do that night except
crying myself to sleep for the one I loved the most.
***Monday Night***
The moment I read that letter I ran out the door and went straight to
the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw his body on the
bed. The machine was beeping, which meant he was alive. I sat next on
the chair that was next to the bed and held his hand. A couple of
minutes later, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.