the first one didn't work... so i'm trying again!!!!!!!!! Here it is (maybe):
I stand here in the pitch black room. There had once been color. And chairs that seemed like millions and billions, but it was much, much less. Furniture filled the room. It was a part of me.
Until the magic left. She had left. Turned her back on me and decided to say no.
One of the smartest things she’s ever done. I wasn’t a good kid. I didn’t follow the rules, and I never really cared. She came into my life and showed me this room. When she showed me it, she showed me how to live. She invited friends her friends over and everything changed. Everything I said just flowed out like a new song.
Everything about it was perfect.
Everything about her was perfect.
She was the reason I stayed in school. Now that she’s gone… I don’t know. I sat on the ground everyone loved. She and I were always here. Playing video or whatever we felt. Like Chuck E. Cheese’s or something. And even though we loved each other, we acted through the painful truth.
We always acted here. I know how she found out. That’s what kills me.
I cheated on a wonderful gift from above. Most people would have thought I put her on drugs or something.
No.
She actually liked me. But I lost everything. She showed me hope. I dated her best friend. And, I guess, she told someone. Gossip started, and that hurt her deeply. The last words she had ever said to me attacked my heart like the paparazzi attacked me. The walls of this place. Filled with quotes, sayings, song lyrics, and worst of all pictures. Her face was everywhere. Whatever she said ended up on the walls. Every song she had written, right here. That was like getting stabbed repeatedly with a knife blade as big as my head. And sharper than blackberry thorns in the winter. I slowly started to move towards a seat.
She showed me this seat at least a year ago. We sat and talked about everything. From our favorite word, mine is Capricorn, to our most hated teachers. I said Ms. Ross, the music lady. She said Ms. Burchell, the social studies teacher. I remember when she caught us playing footsie under the cramped table. Everyone laughed at us, but we were just staring into each other’s eyes.
The day she found out flashed in my head. I tried to shake it off with some dancing. Just brought more memories. We used to dance on the checkered printed tiles of our school’s floor. We waltzed around everyone in sight. Which wasn’t good because we could only see each other. People knocked us down to the floor multiple times. We just laughed and got up.
Teachers yelled at us, but we were just ‘two teenage rebellions’ as they said. We didn’t care. We got knocked down again. But we didn’t get up this time. We stayed on the floor. Laughing. Seconds later we were the only ones in the hallways. Those times were good, and gone. Thanks to me, I blew perfection.
The time she found out was in my head. I was stupid. I couldn’t believe myself.
:Joseph, did you?” she asked, talking about me cheating.
“I didn’t. I love you and only you!” I defended.
“Maybe everyone was right, maybe I was just stupid!”
“Your not stupid!”
“Stop lying to me!” she yelled.
I couldn’t say anything, I knew she was right. And that sucked.
“I’m sorry.” I said, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Sorry won’t give me my heart back! Joseph, I can’t believe you! I hate you!” she cried. I grabbed her arm before she could leave. “Give me another chance!” I asked. “I don’t give second chances. I’m sorry, Joseph. I can’t let you play with my heart anymore. Goodbye.” And she left.
“Goodbye, Maria.” I whispered to myself.
“Maria.” I whispered to myself, in present time. I walked over to a picture of her, and brushed it. I wished that was her, right in front of me.
In case you were wondering where I am, where all the magic started, where my hopes and dreams lived.
“Joseph?” a wonderful, light voice asked. “Yes.” I answered. “Joseph, I can’t live without you! I love you, and I can’t stop. Mike isn’t as important as you are to me! I love you, will you forgive me and take my hand?” she asked. I turned and smiled. “I thought you would never ask.” I said, reaching for her hand.
This place. This place was the theatre. Not a movie theatre, but an acting theatre.
This was my personal heaven, with my angel by my side, once again.
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