What was I doing? I wanted him to kiss me! Why did I turn away? I was now just standing there with my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Emmett. It's not something you did. I'm just not ready." And with that, I left. I left him standing there broken and alone in the backyard. How could I? What did he do to deserve that? I was in my room now, looking at him through my window. He was still standing there in the exact same spot, with a look of disappointment on his...
There I was, in a dark alley; my head pounded with pain, my arms had deep cuts, my legs brushed from being forced open. It felt like every one of my ribs were broken and my stomach was numb. I had no more energy; I could not move any part of my body.
I was in so much pain; I just wanted to have it be over, I only wanted to die.
I used all my strength to open my eyes, I looked down and all I saw was a red liquid surrounding my body. My eyes filled up with tears so I closed them trying to save every last bit of sanity I had left.