[Part 9] Normal?

WOOHOOOO!! I know what you're thinking: "Damnit, woman! What took you so long!"

Haha, it's a funny story actually.... well... not really. School is hell. I stayed far away from this story as possible, because I found it VERY odd how things I had written were coming to life, and I really wasn't in the mood to talk about the thing I dreaded: school. 8th grade is heaven compared to this, I would do anything to relive that time again (which might be why I've been reading all the posts I've written in my blog... it's kinda sad, really, the way I'm acting. I'll explain the "what I wrote came to life" thing later.... AFTER you read this part. *It's very interesting, so start reading!*

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I couldn't believe that he actually loved me. What could I say…? I was speechless. It turned out that Mike had Ben and Kate turn on the song when the two of us were alone together. Mike figured it was romantic and was the best way to tell me his feelings.

Mike broke up with Beth the next day. He finally believed Beth was using him about an hour after they broke up. I'll just say that he passed Beth and Jerry making out by his locker. "I TOLD you she was a slut!!" I said to him. "Damnit…" when those words passed his lips, he banged his head against the wall, purposely.

I visited my parents a few times when they were still in the hospital. Even though my father was free to go, he stayed by my mom day and night. So I was pretty much home alone. My dad believed that I wouldn’t do "it" again… but he said that I wasn't one that would do it, period. I never thought he really cared about me. He was so blind and only cared for my mom. My mom on the other hand, cared for me too much. She'd believe that I was doing all sorts of stuff when I wasn't (like sex and drugs). She'd ask too many questions and often wouldn't leave me alone.

So many times I felt like running away… but where to? Would my parents even notice? If they did, how would they react? I could've done it then… when they're still in the hospital… but I couldn't get myself to do it. I don't know what held me back, but I didn't question it.

I got new bed sheets since the blood stain wasn't going to come out anytime soon, and since the sheets were black, the blood looked ugly on it and stood out defiantly.

My friends were always on my back since then. It was really strange at first, but within a few days, I got used to it. They didn't make me go to the counselor; they just told me that I could go to one if I wanted to. Of all the counselors I went to, I never liked any of them. They all acted like they themselves were perfect and were trying to get me to be like everyone else. What they would call "normal". I planned to not try to commit suicide for a while, since the only reason I did do it the last time was because I feared Mike didn't like me, even as a friend, and all hope was lost. But now I knew the truth, and was actually the happiest I had been in my entire life.


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SORRY it was so short... SORRY! I DO actually have a black comforter now... heh. I actually do call school "hell's paradise" now.... well, in my head I do. And if you're confused by that, it doesn't mean that it's *better* than hell, it's worse.... kinda like how "heaven's paradise" would be the opposite, get it? Yesterday, I decided to check on this story, and I started editing it like a madman, and while I was reading, I hit me like a bag of bricks about Mike.... Because of school, I know a person who goes by the name "Mike" and I USED to have the slightest crush on him... that was better I discovered that he is like a toddler in very tall, and cute, guy's body... it's real scary, so yeah. That fact freaked me out. Oh, and I'm guessing Miguel is the Spanish form of Michael, so when I call him Micky, I'm calling him Mikey, so basically, I talk to a spanish form of Mike nearly everyday.... yes, freaky, I know....

Britt and Cara, I'm not gonna send you guys the upcoming parts anymore.... well, I WILL send you a certain part, cuz I'm not sure if I should change it or not, so yeah.

While I was reading/editing the rest of this story (that I've written) today, I read an upcoming part that *I* wrote.... yes, I suprisingly wrote this WHOLE thing.... I started crying, and got the shit scared out of me...... YEP!! My *own* writing was very emotional. I LOVE that part, and so I got this part out cuz I want you guys to read that certain part as SOON as is possible (which, by the way, WON'T be today, or EVEN tomorrow, so bear with me).