Drop The Dagger And Lather The Blood On Your Hands Romeo

She sauntered into the school library and went to the circle of chairs in the back. No one sat there and she knew she could be alone. Depression had been her new best friend and happiness seemed as distant than the land on the other side of an ocean. She desperately tried to be happy so her friends wouldn’t worry so much but it was so hard. She didn’t eat. She didn’t laugh. Those things were so old to her. She spent most of her time crying or sleeping or watching her own blood drip to the floor. This had became her life since she laid eyes on him. He crept into her thoughts when she’d least expected it. He haunted her and it took everything she had to keep herself sane. She wrote these thoughts down everyday in a small book. That book, being her best friend, went everywhere with her. She pulled it out of her bag and began to write her newest composition. The tears fell one after another smearing her eyeliner but she kept writing. “Is this seat taken?” asked a voice she’d imagined many times before. She looked up to see him looking back at her from behind his think rimmed glasses. “Oh, um… no” She stammered as she wiped the tears from her face. “Is something wrong?” She shook her head and kept her focus on her feet. “Don’t lie to me please. What is wrong?” She looked up into the eyes she always longed for. The lips she always wished to taste. “Nothing.” she said firmly and got up to leave. “Wait.” He said getting up with her. He slipped a note into her hand and walked away. She immediately ran to the girls bathroom (ignoring the rude comments from all the cheerleaders fixing their makeup) and locked herself in a stall. She opened the note and it was a poem. Written to her by the one she’d always wanted. She read the poem and began to cry silently. Could his words be true? Or a cruel joke played by him and his friends. That had to be it. She wasn’t any of the things he described in the letter. She wasn’t pretty or skinny and she didn’t have beautiful skin and hair. It was all a joke to make her hurt worse. She wrote him a reply and went back to him in the library. She tapped his shoulder and when he turned around she gave him the reply. Before she could leave he handed her the black book she always wrote in. She must’ve left it when she went to the bathroom. She slipped it in her bag and left letting her third set of tears fall along the way. When she got home she thought about her note. She had rejected his offer. Told him she did not love him and never would. She knew this was a lie but she could not let him know that. She expected to hear him and his friends laughing about it the following day at school. She laid down on her bed to write about this new ordeal but when she opened her book she found a note from him written in black ink. “If you are reading this now you have already replied to my note and depending on your response I might not be here anymore. Or maybe I’m sitting by the phone wanting to call you. But if you did give me the answer I was dreading I have no reason to live. You were my reason to live. So I’ll take this knife and I’ll cut and cut until I have no more blood to shed. I really love you and I always will beautiful. Try not to cry.” Just then the phone rang and she (still in pure shock) answered. “Amanda you should get here now there’s something wrong in the park.” She slammed the phone down hanging up on her best friend and drove to the park as fast as she could there was police everywhere and an ambulance was parked nearby. She saw the face she’d always wanted to love her on the gurney. He was barely alive. His face and arms covered in cuts. She followed him to the hospital where she stayed next to him for an hour or two. “I love you.” She said to him as she held his hand. “I never meant a word I said and if you die here today I will die with you.” He smiled and touched her face. “Like Romeo and Juliet.” he said quietly. “yes like Romeo and Juliet.” She held his hand for ten more minutes until his eyes flickered and closed. The doctors and nurses left the room and she knew what she had to do. She wrote a note and climbed in the bed with her lovers corpse. “Here I come Romeo.” Were her last words as she swallowed the bottle of pills she found. The next morning they found her body snuggled close to his and a note on the bedside table. “Bury us close together so I will never lose my Romeo.” The families did as she asked and their funerals were held on the same day. They were both lowered into the ground at the same time and the tombstones not only bared their names but two halves of a broken heart bearing the names Romeo and Juliet. And what the funeral guests could not see that day was the ghost of the two lovers holding hands and walking through the cemetery finally together.