a day in the life.


the nonbeliever. (cont)

Posted in Uncategorized by erin on the November 20, 2011

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She never had any consideration for anyone but herself. Every time she slid a cold, metal, instrument across her milk white arms it killed me. It broke me the day I found her alone and bleeding, veins torn open in one short fit of sorrow and weakness. The blanket on her bed was green until she turned it deep red. The kind of red that looks brown and disgusting. That blanket will never be green again, not that it matters now. It’s just when I think about the love making and crying and cuddling and comforting that happened on that blanket I become nostalgic. Why did she do this, she stole my life too when she took away her own. I have to be honest with you because the guilt has been eating away at me deep in the pit of my stomach. I knew she wanted to die. I knew more than anyone in the world that she couldn’t handle this life. She pleaded every single night to be killed and I fought her every single night to cut the shit, to just be okay. I never told anyone. I once mentioned it to my mom but I never told anyone else. I really thought I could handle her and our situation, never did I think it would actually come to the point where she would go through with it. See, this girl she complained and promised she’d do it, she threatened ending her own life because she was that fucked up. And look, now I’m the fucked up one and she’s dead because she’s selfish. She knew this what this would do to me and yet she left me all alone, miserable and guilty and alone. I have to suffer and live with the pain every day. Do you see what I mean? She was cold and stubborn living in her own narrow-minded world. I know, I’m ranting now. I’ll try to relax. It’s just so hard to talk about, let alone keep living. I loved her; I fell in love with her. Just because she’s dead doesn’t mean I can just fall out of love.
It was a Tuesday and it happened right before we got into my car to drive home. For some reason I have this fight imprinted in my brain and I don’t even know why. It wasn’t our last fight ever but it was so moving and so terrible I can’t help but cry. I’m sorry. We were broken up at the time but I kissed her anyway, I couldn’t stop myself. And I know she didn’t want me to stop, she told me. We accidentally fell into a fight about another guy in her life and another girl in mine. God, it was so stupid thinking back on it now. I shouldn’t have run my mouth; I drove her to the point of no return. Before I knew it we were screaming on a sidewalk and she was beating herself, physically punching herself in the head and holding her ears. She fell into fits when enough was enough and she couldn’t fight any longer. Because there was nothing to cut herself with, she used her fists. Sometimes I felt those tiny fists pound deep into my chest or arms and it hurt. It hurt more emotionally and mentally, knowing I drove her to this point and now it would be up to me to pull her out of the black hole she was spiraling into fast. I held her tight against me and rocked her back and forth, it was all that could be done until the tears tired her out and my shirt was stained. These episodes were frequent in our relationship because she was crazy. I feel bad calling her that. I used to say it to her face and it would send her into angry and unapproachable moods. She used to joke around and say, “Never call a crazy person crazy.” At first I laughed at her because she was always saying weird stuff like that. But one day I realized she was right, she was crazy and she knew how she would react to it; I just didn’t listen.
My arm bleeds because I pick the scabs like she used to. I know it’ll scar and I don’t really mind, though I used to scream at her for doing it. I’m a hypocrite now. I’ve turned into everything I never wanted to be, everything I tried to save her from. I was never sad like her, burdened with the world and alone in the dark. Well, that’s a lie but I was so good at hiding it that sometimes I even forgot about my painful life. My drawn on smile was made from permanent ink and I chose to live that way, to hide the fear and sorrow because laughter is just a lot nicer to listen to. You can judge me all you want on how I chose to deal with my hardships, I don’t care, and I did what made me happy. I just wanted her to be happy too. She was so smart; I don’t know why she would do this. Why not call me and tell me the feelings she was experiencing. She knew there were hotlines that can be contacted, she knew what to do. She just didn’t want to; she consciously chose to give up. Yes, I found her in her room, alone and still warm. She knew I was on my way over; she knew I was coming to see her and kiss her and love just as I had for years before.
Doesn’t the color of these walls make you upset? I mean how boring can people get? They don’t soothe me at all and I definitely do not feel calm. In fact I’m pissed off someone in the health care profession would assume these shades are helpful to the mind. I was once interested in dedicating my future to helping others and now look at me. How pathetic? I’ve turned into her; I’m the nonbeliever now.

the nonbeliever. (cont)

Posted in Uncategorized by erin on the November 13, 2011

As I said, she was the coldest bitch I knew. She was rude and selfish living in a world of solitude and anger. She was blunt and mean but she called it honesty. It was a long time before I saw her smile, but I can still play the half hearted smirk in my mind like an old movie reel. I honestly can’t tell you why we fell in love, the gods were not in our favor, and we were the epitome of opposite. But in the ocean at the beach, she emerged from the water and opened her eyes in front of my face and for the first time I felt I was seeing clearly. Her eyes were a tint of green because the ocean’s perfect reflection. I was in my favorite place in the whole world and I realized I was with my favorite person. From that day on, our lives were never the same again, for better and for worse.
The first time we made love it was New Year’s Eve. Well technically it was the early morning of January 1st, 2010. It was neither of our first time but it felt like it was, like we were the only people in the world physically and emotionally made for each other. The passion and heat never left us, we molded into one soul. I remember my pounding heart beating against my chest harder with every kiss and the touch of her delicate, soft hands on my back. Before we slept together, it snowed outside. We went into the middle of the street and danced. Hand in hand, I twirled her around under the falling flakes dancing around us. I don’t even know if there was music playing, but that didn’t matter to us. All that mattered was being together, locking eyes, and breathing deep in between the happy kisses. The first time she cut herself while in our relationship I was in shock, which turned to rage.

the nonbeliever.

Posted in Uncategorized by erin on the November 4, 2011

The girl I knew was a bitch filled with emptiness and regret. She rolled around in her mistakes and drowned in her problems while constantly complaining of life’s cruel jokes. I’d never met anyone so full of hate, sometimes I wanted to just punch her in the face. And the worst part of it all was there was no way to even begin to save her. She was alone and helpless. She didn’t even want to be saved; you could see it in her eyes. She firmly believed in lost causes.
I believed every word she said. Maybe that was my problem or maybe that was her solution, we’ll never really know now. That emptiness filled her and she never did overcome the darkness, but God knows she tried. I was shy and insecure when we met, but no one knew it. I pretended to be king of the school, granted I loved every second of it. But I still have trouble in the spotlight, she never did. I love people, friends or not, I just love them. I’m positive and I honestly try to see the good in everyone, until they give me a reason not to. I tried to save her. Every day for years, I gave her everything I could and I thought I could be the one to actually pull her out of the black hole she sat in. Since 2006, the year we met, she was just lost. She and her “friends” would pretend she wasn’t that she chose to become miserable and messy, even lonely, though with that relationship past, she was never physically alone. I would watch her sit Indian style in the school desks and wonder why- just why she sat like that, why she seemed so distant and not present, why pain shined through her autumn eyes. Years after that first meeting, we somehow formed an unbreakable bond- the kind you see in movies. Two people intertwined, sewn together with the lightest of similarities, but with such opposing colors for we were so different. Later, it would me who used the scissor to cut us apart, but it was her who used the scissor to simply cut herself. Everyday she’d try to explain the sorrow she held deep inside her small self but it could never be understood. I brushed it off, accepting her black cloud would just hover us from time to time, and I accepted her and all the blackness that followed.
The leaves turned orange when I broke her, but I swear I didn’t mean to. I tried to break us- only for her to find happiness alone. She broke me too. I’m guilty enough, so I’m not going to sit here and tell you that she was an angel; we all knew she was far from it. I don’t know what her problem was, but wherever a mistake could be made, you’d find her there making it. I loved her with every part of me and she broke that. I feel bad for her, she didn’t know she loved me back when she broke my heart, she didn’t know just what she was jeopardizing. Maybe if she had only known her own feelings, cared about her. “Fine” and “alright” were the only emotional words she could be. But the day she realized she wanted to marry me and spend our lives together, she told me everything. Every wrong done to me and every regret that was chained to her. So I had to break us up, it wasn’t fair to myself. I know I did the right thing. But a lifetime of right things doesn’t make up for the only thing I couldn’t save. By the time snow covered our world, she was gone. It was like she slipped out of town overnight, silent and alone, though it did not feel that easy.
The green dress she wore lifeless did not look the same as when it was dancing and vibrant at senior prom, years before. That was the first moment I knew I could love her, and definitely sleep with her. God she was beautiful, the kind that was easy and natural. She hated having to get her hair and nails done, but did it anyway because she loved that dress. She said she owed the dress a good night and great photos. It was one of the best nights of my entire life; I was surrounded by my best friends and wonderful people. I’d give anything to have the moment back, just for a little while. I just need to hear the laughter and witness the promise of the futures we once thought we’d have.


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