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Sunday, November 26, 2006


First Heartbreak
It's always amazing when I think of it. I remember that all the shit started in a lunchroom last year, October 14, 2005. She was sitting with her friend and mine. Kayla and Tyler were sitting at another table, like they had been doing. I came over to see who they were sitting with. "You have to like Anime." they said. "What's that?" "Japanese Animation, like Yu-gi-oh, Pokemon, y'know." They said. I talked with the brunette first. I thought she was so pretty. I was envious, to be true. Her name was Sakura, really Leanne. She found out I liked Rurouni Kenshin and Sailor Moon. We became friends, slowly but surely. She got me into Naruto. Then Fruits Basket. Then Shaman King. Yuyu Hakusho. She let me borrow her Sailor Moon. The volumes were so old, they fell apart as she handed them to me. We laughed at that. She started calling me Saruko or Sayu. As I started getting more into Naruto, she decided I was Hinata. She decided everything. We were best friends. She was my Big Sister. Something I could call my own. We started talking on the phone. I remember her mom would tell her to shut up and get off the phone. One day, her mom cussed her out. Shortly there after, I saw bruises on her. She started covering her arms. I didn't know what it was. I had always been sheltered. I didn't know about abuse, or murder. I was protected from that. My parents always shielded me from the world and all it's ugly truths. I asked why. She detered that question and told me about hentai. We would write it on slips of paper and pass it bback and forth. One day, we got caught. It was all hers, but I took the fall. My parents were so mad. I cried. My dad got mad at me because of the crying. My home life turned to shit in an istant. I hit my father. He looked so hurt. Yeah, and school was falling apart. I didn't focus. I abandoned my other frends. It was just Leanne. It was always Leanne i found out her mom hurt her. We would talk for hours. On weekends, we could probably ramble for days. She cried a lot.
Then there was her boyfriend. We talked a few times online, me and Charlie. Then I would 3-way him with Leanne. I cost my parents hundreds. It hurt that they were diassapointed. I wanted them to be mad, not dissapointed. I got mean. I turned cold. I'm still thawing, so to speak. Another thing about Charlie is, I liked him a lot. I already had someone, but I didn't like him anymore. I stayed with him, though, because leanne 'loved' Charlie.
Leanne caused me a lot of grief, but I didn't care. I still don't. She was my best friend. And she'll always be in my heart. She finally got out of that damn house. She's with her grandma now. We faded, bit by painful bit.
Then she hated me. She told me to stop being so cold and Emo. I wasn't trying to be either. She taught me to be that way. she said we wre never friends. She hated me. I was a liar, a bitch, a slut, worse. I cried. she shattered me. I hurt one of my friends. I slapped Tyler, I threw his books. I went wild. I hurt him. His eyes were so hurt. I hurt everyone, even myself. Like she had. Knives were my playthings. They were my brushes, my palm the canvas. The blood comforted me. I knew I could die. I liked that. I don't know who I wanted to hurt. My friends for letiing me meet her, myself for being so childish, my parents for chatising me, Leanne for hurting me like she did, my boyfriend for being so infrequent. I have no fucking idea, and I still don't. I hurt everyone, I know it. I liked that I made people know what pain was. It was the only power I had in that sick world.
She hurt me, and I forgave her. She loved me, then broke me. My friends say forget her. I say if I could do it again, I sure as Hell would. I would never want to not know Leanne. She said I taught her to believe in Angels one night. she taught me to believe in Devils and Imperfection. She wasn't one. I'd never say that. I would still kill anyone who hurt her or insulted her. I still love her. Embers in a dead fire, if you know what I mean. She betrayed me in the end, and I don't care. I think of the begining, even near my end. She's killing me. She dosn't mean to, but she is. I thank God everyday for her. Everyday I had her was pure Heaven. She was my first real love.
She was also my first true heatbreak. And I thank her for that lesson.

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