I'll Never Forget

Alyssa

FICTION!!!

I'll never forget the day that you did it. The day that you committed suicide. You were my best friend, my boyfriend. What did I do to deserve this?

I remember we would always smile and hold hands. There would be those days where we would only think of each other. Let me start from the beginning though.

My name is Alyssa and I was transferring to a school in California. I was originally from Connecticut and I was scared that I wouldn't make any friends at my new school. I stepped one foot into the school and all of the teens stopped talking and stared at me. One girl screamed out "What a tramp!" and everybody started laughing, except for you. You walked over to me and said "Forget about those girls." "Thanks." I mumbled. "I'm Max by the way." He said.

It wasn't long since I started to have feelings for you. Eventually, the rumor got around and you said you liked me too. We had our first date and called ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.

Unfortunately, Max's dad wasn't the nicest person around. His mom died in a tragic car accident and his dad was so devastated that he would abuse Max. I was at Max's house one night when his dad was drinking heavily. He pulled out his belt and whipped Max on the back rapidly. Blood was dripping down his back and he was trying to hold the tears in.

Every day at school after that, he would come to school with black eyes and bruises covering his arms. But that wasn't even his breaking point.

I was talking to a guy on Facebook for a long time, while me and Max were still dating. Me and Mike, the guy on Facebook, were just good friends, but we never met. He asked me if we could meet up for coffee sometime and I explained to him that I had a boyfriend. He said "Oh yeah, I just want to be friends." That was fine by me, because I loved Max more than anything in the world.

Mike asked me to sleepover one night, because we were friends. I said yes and met him at his house. We were having a good time and watched the movie Titanic. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and came back an hour later. I didn't know what took him so long and his breath smelled of alcohol. "Let's do it!" He screamed. I picked up my purse and was about to head straight out the door. Not only did I have a boyfriend, but I was only 15.

Mike shoved me against the wall and kneed me in the stomach, hard. I fell to the floor and he sat on top of me, while pulling off my clothes and his. He took out his phone and took a picture. After the torture was over, I managed to run out of the house. I checked Facebook later that night and saw the picture. I started crying when I saw that Max commented on the photo saying, "I can't believe you would do this to me." I walked over to Max's house because I wanted to explain to him that this guy raped me, it wasn't my fault.

I opened the door and screamed at the top of my lungs. Max was lying on the ground, dead, with blood covering his body. A rope was typed around his neck that was attached to the stairs. He jumped.

To this day, I can't believe that he would do this to me, but I just wish that I could've explained to him what really happened. I wish that I could cuddle up in his arms like we used to. I'll never forget that day. The day where my best friend, my boyfriend, committed suicide.