It was only last week. I started to write a short story about something that happened to me when I was a teenager. It was the first time I had written anything about it since around the time that it happened. It was a bit intense.
It is only the day after Blue Monday and I don’t feel like crying today so I will simply share my story with you and be on my way.
Write about the last time you cried…
The first day of college. I felt so nervous. I was a total loser at school, college would be a chance for a new me. A more confident me. Plus Caleb was picking me up to take me there and I had a crush on him since the day I met him. I remember the first day my brother brought him around for dinner after school, you couldn’t help but love him. Since my brother had been in Afghanistan with the Army, Caleb and I became quite close. He had promised to look after me until my brother came home. The previous night, I sent Caleb a text message telling him, in the most nervous teenage way possible, that I had a crush on him. I remember the butterflies I got when a text came back saying, “Me too”.
I can’t remember what happened after the initial nervousness and excitement upon waking. I just remember it being over far too soon. It was around 7:30am and we didn’t often receive phone calls that early in the morning, but there was my Mum on the phone in the hallway. It sounded bad. I managed to make out that it was my brother’s girlfriend, Helen and my first crippling thought was that something has happened to my brother. My stomach was tying itself in knots. I wanted to be sick. Mum was crying. She put the phone down and turned to me and told me that Caleb wouldn’t be picking me up for college today. He died yesterday.
Told you it was intense.