Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Confession (Boy's Version)

"Megan! Wait! Where are you going!? STOP!"

The girl of my dreams just confessed and then ran away. I can tell that tears are falling from her eyes. I have to stop her. I have to catch her. I must tell her how i feel. I must. I saw her ran out of the school gate. I saw a car coming her way. I have to stop it. I must!
 
*wheels of car screeching*

It's too late. I see blood flowing from under the car. I pull her body out. The blood stained her pretty dress and cardigan. I was too late. She doesn't know how I feel. It's too late.

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"Dude! You alright? Want me to carry your books?" says Mike.
"Yeah, let us help you. Must be hard to carry all those stuff while using those crutches." says Joshua.

Then, i saw her. With her wavy brown hair and her cute top and jeans. Megan Micheal, is the girl i have been crushing on since i entered high school. Three long years, and i still haven't found the guts to confess to her. I'm a senior now, graduating very soon, yet why don't i have the courage to confess to her? Why?

I really want to know more about her. Sadly, we don't talk much. Whenever I want to make the move, my friends will always come and disturb me, as if they know what i was going to do next. I don't think she wants to talk to me either. I bet she would think i am just a player who would only date those stuck up cheerleaders. That is explainable because I am the captain of the football team. We do talk online too but usually it ends with an awkward silence. I am not good with continuing conversations. I think that is why she stops talking to me.

I also text her from time to time but usually i just send those stupid chain texts. I think she is annoyed with it. I bet she doesn't even pass them on anyway. I think she doesn't like me. Why am i so stupid?  Sending something as pathetic as the chain letter texts to her. She must be hating my guts now. I am so stupid!

Yeah, i broke my leg the other day while playing football during gym class. My dad said that a nice girl with nice wavy brown hair gave him directions. I think it was her. She has always been kind to the people around her. Sometimes, she is too kind and that burdens her. I don't like seeing her sad. If only i could tell her how much i care. How great that will be? But i am just a pathetic boy who calls himself a man. Completely pathetic. 

After one week of recovering at home, i finally can go to school. Its a pain not to see her for a single day. I want to know how she puts her hair up. I want to know what shirt she is wearing. I want to see her laughing. But,  I can do all of that at a distance and i have been only doing it at a distance. In class, i can't keep the image of her out of my mind. I will stare at her from behind during world history. I wonder how she makes her hair looks so nice without doing much to it? If only she was mine, then i could be with her every single minute of the day. Admiring her.

Fridays are the days where i stay back for band practice. Usually there will be a group of girls always being our "audience". Sadly, i never see her around. I will have a few glances at the group of girls, in case she comes to watch, but she never does. Looks like she really hates me after all. Some of the girls in that "audience" are the one that annoys me a lot. It is just that they always stick to me as if i am their best friend or something. It really annoys me. 

Finally, band practice is over. My fingers hurt from all that playing. Usually, i would walk around the halls to kill some time before I head back home. The halls are much more calmer after school hours. There is less drama, less mayhem. Then I saw her, right before my eyes. I see something in her hand. I wonder what that is. She started talking.

"Erm, hi." 
"Hi! It's been a while since i saw you. How have you been?"
"Err... I've been okay."
"Hey, what do you have there? Can i see it?"
"Uh, actually, its for you."
"Me? Why, you shouldn't have."
"Here. "

On the card read: Although you already got better, just take it alright? :) Get well soon and be your usual cheerful self. :) I think you need a big hug:) All Smiles :D From Annonymouse. Just kidding, It's Megan. :)

"Cute card! But you shouldn't have. Hey what's wrong?"

I don't know what was wrong. Her head was hung low, i see a tear drop. I wanted to cheer her up so bad. I don't want the person i like to cry. That is just inhumane. So, without warning,i gave her a hug. My crush of 3 years, i have her in my arm. Finally, i feel like i m protecting her. I feel my sleeve getting damp. 
 
"I think you need the hug more than i do. So, cherish it okay? Don't cry."
"I have something to tell you." she said, while sobbing.
"I liked you since i entered high school. I know i am not a good enough girl for you. I know you prefer those pretty, popular cheerleader girls than me, any day. You don't have to worry about me. Just ignore it. You can throw the card if you want to. Just forget about me." She blabbered.

Then, she started running down the hall. She just confessed to me. I thought she hated me. I thought she takes me as a big jerk. I have to tell her how i feel about her. I can' let her go. Not again. I really like her, no, i really LOVE her. I must tell her. I must tell her how i feel or not i wouldn't forgive myself. 

She pushed he doors of the hallway open. She just kept on running. I have to keep up with her. I have to let her know my feelings towards her. I have to. She ran past the gates of the school. I saw a car. It's gonna hit her. I have to save her. I have to protect her! 

*wheels of car screeching*

It's too late. I stood there, like a statue. Sihe got hit. I didn't protect her. I didn't confess to her. I was too late. Her body lies in my lap. I closed her eye lids. Her now cold body, in my arms. Her blood staining my clothes. I lost her. I lost her forever. She doesn't know how i feel. I was too late. I started crying, knowing that she will never come back. 

The driver of the car came out in shock. He then pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. It arrived in a very short time, but they can't save her. Not me, not the driver, not the nurses, not the doctors. She is already gone. Her soul has already left this earth. I was too late....   


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