@Echellia group
so a couple people said on my last post - about my idea for this love story being the mc's suicide note - that i should be careful about how i go about it, and yes, of course im going to be. I mean as im currently struggling with depression myself, i know what things are just totally off limits. The story wasn't going to end delving into the actual actions, rather, end at the end of the note.
Sorry for the rant.
So, I've started it a little and if anyone could read over and gimmie any pointers, that'd be much appreciated!
Day 1
It had been a relitively normal morning, put my rings on in the right order, get ready for school, take my pill, get an apple for breakfast, and leave.
I was just closing the door behind me when I saw you.
Your family had just moved in.
And of course I hadnt accepted my parents offer to come welcome you, because, frankly your family looks utterly terrifying.
Oh man.
Now I had to walk behind you to the bus stop.
Or even worse show you the way.
I remember you looking so, wrong, so out of place in this quaint little town.
Like me.
Completely clad in black, with brightly dyed hair, eyes drowned in makeup, and a constant 'fuck off' face.
You had platinum blonde hair, that contrasted with your beautifully olive skin and dark chocolate eyes. You were sporting a jacket that in no universe was to ever be faux leather, and tight black jeans, your shirt was the only colour that you seemed to accept, it was a mustard yellow, and had 'The Life of Pablo' written all over it.
Honestly, I really didnt expect you to be a Kanye West fan.
Finally, I unglued my feet from the ground and headed down the way to the bus stop, all the way begging in my mind, 'please, don't notice me.'
