I remember a lot of things from the summer. He loved me and always kept me away from my troubles. The normal life I wanted was taken away by this guy..and instead gave me a world filled with excitement. I never knew that losing two people in a life time would be so hard but, he's still here. He just faked it all and waited for us to having something serious before running away from me. I bet he knew. Anyway, let's start back in March.
My family and I were having a picnic out in a field. Since I'm the quiet one in the family, I went out and sat by a tree with my phone. The next thing I know, there's this guy sitting next to me looking over my shoulder as if he knew me. I turned back and looked at him with a confused look.
"Why are you looking at my phone?" I asked.
"Why not? You seem too innocent so I went ahead and did such." he said.
I tried going somewhere else, I swear..but he continued to follow me. There wasn't a moment where he wasn't following me. Eventually, I began to run home. I ran through people while they looked at me confused as to why I was running but, the couldn't see him. I quickly ran up the stairs and shut the door, locking everything. I thought I was safe until I turned around to see him on my black leather couch.
"Get the hell out of my hou-"
He shush me, told me to sit with him and talk about my life. He already knew so much about me but the more I asked questions, he simply answered them. Reading me like a classic book and denoting all of the details. Perfecting the stories like an artist sculpting a sculpture of an actor. He knew why I am so miserable. I stayed, he stayed, we both shared the same roof.
I felt like I was becoming Ophelia. No one understood the things I said or simply restricted me. I was tired of it but I never thought that I could simply run away from them. A few weeks later we actually went out together. It seems weird but he has personality. He was like my Hamlet but I didn't doubt that I couldn't love.
When time came for my birthday, I remember waking up in a different house that wasn't mine. I wondered around for a few minutes before I found clues. Let's say about 15 minutes later, I saw him at a table with a tiny cupcake with a candle. I blow out the candle but the world around me changed. He held my hands and looked at me.
"We can runaway. I know you want to because you cry every night about how much you hate them. The best part is, we can be together and maybe grow up a little if you'd like."
Yes, I did listen to him. I didn't care if it were a crime, I wanted to be with him because he cared.
After what seemed like forever, we got engaged. That's when things became silent between us. I was always out during the day and came back around 12pm to cook. He never said it was a problem.
This brings us to where we are now...I'm alone again and I don't have anything to go back to. I wish he didn't push me out the car. I wish I didn't suggest we go on a road trip. The police think I was the one who pushed him over the bridge. They go to the bottom and claim I hid the body. They think I am covering up for something I didn't do.
Soon enough, I am here talking to you. As my lawyer I put trust in you to carry the case without me. I don't know why he used me, but sure enough the case will be colder than my dead body.