Somethin_Sue

/Intro/

 I fell in love with her smile because it was odd- her words were sweet, but she looked strange. Her smile would unwind once she was alone, her eyes narrowed in tiredness, her legs looked weak, her arms almost dropping her books, and her stomach growling out of hunger, but- around others, she played the part of a hero with a smile. She saved many, helped others, defended herself, and took care of everyone, no matter what. She acted one way but was another- everyone saw her as a perfect doll, but I only saw a broken girl giving a smile for everyone because it brightened their days- her smile made them happy, and it made her happy too.

He wasn't like regular people; he didn't push me aside- he kept me close. He wanted to hear me, see the real me, and that scared me. He was able to tell the truth, see what others didn't, fight for what he wanted or knew what was right, no matter what I did- he always saw the happiness... why was he ok with being rejected? Why was he ok with pushing me over the finish line? Why was he ok with losing? Why was he ok with anything I said? Why was he ok with me yelling at him? Why was he ok with me? Why did he want me?

*First Glance*

{|Warning: This story contains tough topics of suicide, abuse, mental illnesses, self-harm, s*xual talk, misleading ideas of romance, lgbtq, alcohol, drugs/overdosing, rape, trauma, etc. If you have a tough time with these topics- please stray away from this book. Rated PG +13.|}

Extra Information: I did not create the graphic used for this story- my best friend made it, @dani_tales4u designed it. (Check her out on Wattpad because she is a really good writer!:) *Sorry I can't link her profile- It won't let me.*

First Glance

I felt mildly exhausted during lunch; I was practically blanking during every class.  "Yo, Ad, do you want-" I noticed Justin come over, sliding into the seat across me.  "Woah, you look like h*ll." He laughed as I rolled my eyes, sitting up.  "I could say the same about you." I pointed to his black eyes, "Where did you even get that." I asked as he shrugged, "My dad punched me in the face." He said, "Jesus! Are you ok!" I panicked as he shrugged, "Nah, but it could be worse." He shrugged again, "why are you acting so casual about it?! Your dad assaulted you!" I yelled as he rolled his eyes.


"Look, it is a serious topic, but it's my life, and there isn't much I can do about it. All I have is hope, and if I don't- I might as well hang myself." Justin said as I widened my eyes, "Justin... Are you depressed? Do you need help?" I asked as he shook his head.


"Yeah, I think of suicide all the time. I might need help, but with that being said, this is just my everyday life. People who are abused no longer see their abuse as something different because it's all they know." He explained with a shrug.  "What happened to you?" Justin asked me as I felt speechless, "I uh... I've been working extra hours for work since my dad lost his job and-" Justin closed my mouth, pulling out a cigarette box and a lighter.


He pulled out a cigarette and put one in front of me, "Just shut up and blow some steam." He explained, putting one in his mouth and lighting it.  "But I-" "Look, dude, I won't tell anyone. It's honestly up to you whether you do it or not; no one is holding a gun to your head. And I surely won't make you, just be careful if you do it." He shrugged, getting up.  "You're leaving?"


"Yeah, I gotta get to class. I promised Sue I would go so... Later." He left the lighter and one cigarette in front of me.  I sighed, feeling tired and upset.  "Sorry..." I picked up the cigarette, setting it on my lips.


Chapter [16]