As a teenager, I had one love. He made me strong and never left my side. When I went through a tough time, he was there making sure I got out of it.
Freshman year, I was starting out in a new school and he made sure I knew exactly where I was going, and that I would always have a lunch buddy.
Sophmore year, I dealt with depression. He was there to hold my hand and wipe my tears.
But Junior year...
Junior year my sister died, leaving me in pieces. I wanted to end it all. I called him with tears streaming down my face. I told him goodbye. He rushed over to my house and held me the entire night. The only thing I remember him saying is
"You're not allowed to die, okay? Promise me you won't die."
I tried to argue with him, saying I was better off dead and that nobody cared, but he was persistant on making me promise. So I did...
That was 200 years ago today...
I don't know what he did to me, but it worked. I kept my promise.
I have tried. Tried to end it. Tried to find a way out of this "spell" I'm in but I can't find a way. A way to escape life.
I've watched everyone I care about leave me. Escaping this world and leaving me on it. I don't know what to do. My heart longs for my love, but I'm stuck here on this world. Alone.
Every night I pray to God that he will help me break my promise so I can leave this world, but nothing works. I am stuck here. Forever.