Josh.
I don't think I've ever heard a name as perfect as his. Never met a person as perfect as him. Never met anyone who understood me quite like him.
And now he's gone.
I was there.
It should have been me.
Nobody would've cared if I died. My parents "say" they love me but I know they don't. My teachers hate me. All the kids at school hate me. The only person who ever came close to liking me was Josh.
And now he's gone.
Now I will never see him again.
Now I hate myself.
It's part of a new story I've been working on, so let me know what you think :)
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