Lovers No Longer

Cathryn

There once was a girl. When she was in high school, she fell madly in love. One night, her and him were texting.
G: Hey, can I ask you a question?
B: What's up?
G: Do you like me?
B: Yeah. And I'm not even gonna ask you if you like me 'cause I already know you do.
That night, they became a couple.
Now, there relationship lasted a while. One day, the girl got a text from her ex-boyfriend's girlfriend telling her to never talk to him again, although she never did. When she confronted her ex-boyfriend about it, he told her that her boyfriend was cheating on her. She texted her boyfriend and asked him if he was. He said no but that he did need to tell her something. She asked him what. He then called her and this is how the story went.
G: Hey. What's up?
B: I need to tell you something.
G: Yeah. What is it?
B: Well, I'm not cheating, but I wanna break up.
G: *Trying not to cry* Oh. Um, okay, I guess.
B: You okay?
G: Yeah. But I gotta go. Bye.
B: Okay. Talk to you later.
G: Okay. *Hangs up.*
As soon as she hangs up, she starts to cry. She wonders why he did it. What he's feeling right now. Is he crying like she is right now? Or is he happy he did it? Did he mean it when he told her he loved her? Or was that I lie?
Later that night, after coming home from family dinner, she runs into the bathroom and locks the door. The girl's parents call to her and ask if she's okay. She says yes, but she wants to be alone and this is the only place she can be. Her parents think nothing of it and go watch a movie until Dad has to go to bed for work in the morning.
As she sits in the bathroom, she takes apart a pencil sharpener that she just bought. She thinks that just a couple will take the pain away.
One... Two... Three... After three, the pain is still there. Maybe just a couple more, she thinks. Four... Five... Six... All the way to thirty-seven. She still feels the pain. She stopped that night, vowing to do it every night until the pain is gone.
Two months later, she still feels the pain. She's running out of places to cut. They're on her arms, legs, and stomach. The only other place to cut is her neck. She decides to completely end the pain then. She takes a paper and pen and writes.

"Dear family,
I'm sorry. This is not how it was supposed to happen. The pain was supposed to go away by now. But it's not. I just wanted the pain to go away. I love you guys so much. Just remember it wasn't you guys. I just don't belong here. I love you."
She grabs a kitchen knife. Goes to the willow tree out back. One last look at the house. She sets the note down and puts a rock on it. She sits down, wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. One cut on each leg, each arm, above each collar bone. She bleeds for thirty minutes. Then she's gone.

Her mom walks out back trying to find her and sees her daughter's body lying in a pool of blood.. Runs over just to find the note next to the pool of blood and reads it. She's crying as she goes into the house and calls the boy. She tells him. He regrets what he did. And every year, on the anniversary of the day they started dating, he takes flowers to her grave.

This story is true. It's about my best friend. Her name was Catherine. Her ex-boyfriend's name is Chris. ?He still puts flowers on her grave every year. And we talk about her all the time. Remembering every wonderful thing about her.