Disclaimer- I don't and will never own Hold still or its ideas/plots.
A/N: Here's chapter three guys. I really hope you like it. I don't use the characters in the story but I use the situation and a similar plot. So please don't go 'this isn't even done the right way' or whatever, not that anyone has. I haven't even read the actual book. I read the summary and thought how amazing it would be to write a story with the same situation :) Enjoy~
Born to Die.
Allison. Allison, Allison, Allison!
"WAKE UP ALLISON!" I screamed, shaking her limp body furiously, tears pouring down my face.
"WAKE-UP. Wake up, wake up…" I sobbed. "Allison… you have to open your eyes."
The tears wouldn't stop coming. An endless pool of tears continued to pour from my eyes as I tried and tried to bring her back.
"Why would you do this? ALLISON!" I dropped her body to the floor. "Allison…?" The tears were sticking to my face, my eyes burning. I stared her body, crying. And I went into a state of unreal calm. There was too much to feel, too much to see. My body wouldn't move. I could do nothing but sit there. I could barely breathe.
"Allison…" I whispered, letting out a choked sob. "Why would you do this?"
Allison killed herself exactly two months after her birthday. I cried. I kept to myself. I blocked everything in the world around me out. In my world, Allison wasn't dead. She was just gone for a little while. I convinced myself that if I waited long enough, she would come back. She's just on a long trip.
It was a month after Allison… died. I was frustrated. I was mad. There had to be a reason. A note. Something. I was searching her room. I told our parents that I just needed some time in your room. I flipped over furniture… pillows. I looked in her desk and in her closet. I looked in her dresser. And then I found something. Behind the bed. There it was. It was a journal… jammed behind the back board. I cried at the sight of it. It was her journal. The one I gave her. At first it felt wrong to look through it. But something inside me said she wouldn't mind. So I took it and opened it… flipping through the filled pages. I set back to page one. To Hannah. This was your note. This was your reason. I flipped the page.
You're amazing. Truly, you are. I am nothing like you. I'm plain, I'm ugly, I'm too smart… and I'm a no one. I still don't understand why you would want to be with someone like me. Someone so ordinary, so unimportant. Someone who can only stand out in a bad way. Someone who that could only feel pain and suffering. Someone who could only be ignored and made fun of. Someone like me. It was impossible. To take these ugly words thrown at me each day.
'You're so ugly.'
'No one loves you'
'Who would ever want to be with you?'
Every day of my life was hard. Every day, my heart would grow holes. And the holes grow so big, that I couldn't take it anymore. It was eating me away. I wanted to set free all my sadness, my hate and my frustration. I felt like exploding. I just wanted to be like everyone else. I wanted to be pretty. I wanted to fit in. What I wanted most was for people to like me. But that never happened. No one liked me. No one cared. No one will miss me. You asked if this was a story. I kind of lied. It is a story. But not one with a princess and prince. Not one with magic… or dreams. And not one with a happy ending.
A/N: The secret life of bees is an amazing movie. This movie inspired this chapter. I recommend it to everyone. It's so beautiful and sad. The scene where one of the characters died was what really started this story. I don't want to ruin it so I suggest you watch it :) I hope you liked this chapter. And yeah it's short. It's my story so whatever xD. Review?