The first year of what seemed a dreadful yet exciting high school …show more content…
After every time he dug me out of my melancholy abyss, I noticed that he gradually began becoming more and more attached to me. I wasn’t sure if it was just sympathy he felt towards me after all the problems I would run to him with, pleading for help; I simply attempted to ignore it. After several desperate calls for help and numerous rescues, I slowly started to become more attached to him as well, in ways that I could not describe, I just did. Days went by with just me and him constantly talking to each other, but something constantly bothered me with the sense of oddity. He wasn’t the same, he was constantly worrying and fidgeting around me, absent minded and it picked at my curiosity. Until finally, I discovered what was picking at his brain so much; he obtained feelings towards me. Confusion raised in me, hundreds of questions flooded my head like a rushing river, and an emotion I just could not describe washed over me like a heavy downpour, as I processed the words he scribbled across a basic tan colored sticky note. I that drastic instant, that odd feeling that I shadowed me all along, every time I was with him made sense, I realized that my feelings towards him were mutual. Quickly after a few heart beats, my void was oddly filled and that was the only feeling I needed to help me make my decision. …show more content…
The regret continuously consuming me piece by piece and I could not bare hiding and lying anymore. It became awkward and hard to talk to my best friend like we used to before and we slowly became more and more distant. Through her suspicions of seeing me and him together more often than usual, the secret eventually started to unravel itself from the knot we tied it into and rolled away, ended at her feet. Once the truth was revealed, things went downhill rapidly the rope once tied by her and I, was now forming into a noose around my neck. The noose gradually began to add pressure against my neck as days went by with new arguments and regrets. After being fed up with it all, I thought it would be best just to end it all. With my words sharp as knives, I cut my ties to him and stood alone for a while until things in my mind were settled. The loose and unraveling ends still stand at my lifeless yet in constantly misdirected motion feet, but life has brightened ever since those toxic ties were broken. It was difficult at first, putting myself and my other friends in awkward situations, making them chose a side. Glances were no longer shared nor thought of turning toward one another's direction. Things became a sudden bitter cold, and now we were complete polar opposites. As time went by and as we became adapted to our new chapter in our