~~He Loves My Crooked Smile ")~~

Part 25

... Mylee...

It's been two months, and I haven't left my room. I need Drew. I miss him. Every since the funeral, I've cried myself to sleep each night without him. I've listened to this CD he made for me. I love it. I cry at number 8 all the time. Die in your arms. "( . It's been raining since the funeral. His mom, Pattie, she moved out of this town fast. I asked her could I go, and she said I was more than welcomed cause now she's by herself. Mom wouldn't let me, so I'm just here. I've been getting texts from everyone explaining how sorry for me that they are. I'm sorry for myself. I had a good person who loved me die. I loved him, and it's my fault he's gone. I start to cry loudly. Good thing my door is locked. I want no one in here with me. I've decided, ever since he died, I'd start cutting. Again. I go under my bed and pull out a knife, listening now to the first song we kissed to "kiss me slowly" by parachute, I cut one wrist at a time. Every time I cut, I say,

I'm. So. Sorry. Drew.

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... Shanelle...

Today is me and Jacob's anniversary, and everyone, of course except Mylee is over, being happy for us. This is two years!!! Everyone is laughing, everyone except Roc.

Shanelle: Roc, go see her.

Roc: Huh? What are you talking about?

Shanelle: Mylee. Go see her.

The room gets silent when I mention Mylee.

Roc: She doesn't wanna see me...

Kiana: Who knows, it's been two months!

Roc: I'll try.

He gets up, says good bye to everyone, and everyone wishes him luck. He runs across the street to Mylee's house.

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... Roc...

I'm walking up to Mylee's front door. Renee' comes to the door, looking depressed.

Renee': Hey Roc. You need something?

Roc : Actually mama, I wanted to talk to Mylee, is she home?

Renee': Well she hasn't moved in two months, where else would she be? Come on in.

I walk in and up the stairs to her room. I twist the handle. Locked.

Roc: Mylee, can you open the door?

No Answer.

Roc: Mylee, I just wanna talk, okay?

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.... Mylee....

I decided to unlock the door, after hiding everything, like the knife. I'm still bleeding though. I'll just put on my sweater. He walks in, and locks the door behind him.

Roc: Hey smiles.

He smiles at me and I look down.

Roc: What's been up?

I don't say anything.

Roc: So, you're not gonna talk?

I look down.

Roc: Look Smiles, this all happened two months ago. I don't know what you're going through so I can't tell you everything is gonna be alright, okay? But I know Drew wouldn't want you in here starving yourself, and putting yourself through what you shouldn't be going through. Mylee, we're trying to help you. I just need you to be willing to let everything go, okay?