Post by DAE on Mar 25, 2016 13:35:11 GMT
Scott was walking home from school when he noticed a rock. It was in the shape of a heart. Scott thought it would be nice it to give it to his crush. Her name was Diana. He took the rock home and painted red with his mother's nail polish.
The next day, he gave it to her. She blushed. Then ran away. He was heart broken. He loved her until, she moved away because of her farther's new job in the 9th grade. He was so devastated that he became depressed. On October 29th he went to get some pills and liquor. While walking back he was struck by an ambulance.
A few years later, Diana packed her things and was getting ready to move out of her house. While moving one of the boxes that cute little stone heart fell out. She put it in her pocket and she decided to keep it in her dorm room.
Eventually, she became bullied. Someone had leaked a purity test stating "She was a slut." Then it started to get physical. With the mixture of no friends and being hurt daily she decided being dead was better then anything that could happen in the living world.
She laid the pills and liquor down. One by one, she began to feel her heart race and, in her drugged haze she saw that same cute little red heart. She had forgot about it being there.
However, it looked bigger and thought she saw it beating— Like a real heart. She dismissed it as a halluacation from the drugs.
Once again, one after the other until— BURST! Her heart had exploded. She started to cough up blood. Her life was fading, she began to roll over when she saw that the cute little red heart was now a live beating heart. There was a knife, thread and needles, and a note that said "Diana, you have some much meaning don't waste it. With Love, Scott."
She then started the task of opening herself up and replacing her heart.
Then, realized how would her heart just start beating. As soon as that thought was finished she heard it. Thump. Thump. Thump— Thump— Thump. Her heart was beating.
Soon after the bullying stopped. She had some friends. Real friends. Married. Had children. Lived a fairly good life and the only person she could thank was Scott.
The next day, he gave it to her. She blushed. Then ran away. He was heart broken. He loved her until, she moved away because of her farther's new job in the 9th grade. He was so devastated that he became depressed. On October 29th he went to get some pills and liquor. While walking back he was struck by an ambulance.
A few years later, Diana packed her things and was getting ready to move out of her house. While moving one of the boxes that cute little stone heart fell out. She put it in her pocket and she decided to keep it in her dorm room.
Eventually, she became bullied. Someone had leaked a purity test stating "She was a slut." Then it started to get physical. With the mixture of no friends and being hurt daily she decided being dead was better then anything that could happen in the living world.
She laid the pills and liquor down. One by one, she began to feel her heart race and, in her drugged haze she saw that same cute little red heart. She had forgot about it being there.
However, it looked bigger and thought she saw it beating— Like a real heart. She dismissed it as a halluacation from the drugs.
Once again, one after the other until— BURST! Her heart had exploded. She started to cough up blood. Her life was fading, she began to roll over when she saw that the cute little red heart was now a live beating heart. There was a knife, thread and needles, and a note that said "Diana, you have some much meaning don't waste it. With Love, Scott."
She then started the task of opening herself up and replacing her heart.
Then, realized how would her heart just start beating. As soon as that thought was finished she heard it. Thump. Thump. Thump— Thump— Thump. Her heart was beating.
Soon after the bullying stopped. She had some friends. Real friends. Married. Had children. Lived a fairly good life and the only person she could thank was Scott.
