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By @TylerDamien

“I Love You”

I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see, but I could hear everything. The crying, the screaming and the suffering. I was trapped in my own head. Was he dead? I couldn’t hear anything anymore. Tears escaped the holes where my eyes were. Was anyone even here anymore, or was a alone? All I had known was loneliness, until he entered my life. The rainy p, Saturday night in the park. When we were only fifteen.

The rain fell down my bare arms. I couldn’t seem to cry. My parents had finally snapped, and killed each other. I

They never were real parents to me. They treated me more like a slave than there own offspring. I had no other friends or family. My parents had made sure to keep me hidden from the world. I had always thought that I would forever be alone, then he was in front of me.

“Are you ok?” I could hear the worry laced in his voice. I nodded, not having the strength to talk.

“My name’s Oscar. What’s yours?” I didn’t have a name. Even if my parents gave me one, they never used it. I shook my head. That was the only thing I could think to do.

“So you don’t have a name. Do you have anywhere to go?” I shook me head again. Oscar grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I followed him reluctantly. I finally had a home.

I had no-where to go now. Oscar and I had bought a house together last year. I couldn’t leave anyway. With my eyes sitting somewhere beside me. I wasn’t crying tears anymore. The taste of metal replaced the salty taste of tears. After years I had developed the love I still felt for the dead boy somewhere in the room.

I’d never felt love before. I’d never been loved, nor had I loved someone. But now whenever Oscar entered the room my heart pounded in my chest to the point where it felt like my rib cage was breaking. His smile was the light of my life at that time. He was the only thing that mattered to me. I knew that being so far down the rabbit-hole known as live was unhealthy, but I couldn’t stop. I had still never used my voice, but Oscar understood. 

“Hey Jam, do you wanna go out and eat?” Oscar had started calling me Jam since the morning after he had introduced me unit his home. We had had toast and I smothered almost my entire plate in jam. I nodded my head as a response and we went and ate lunch.

I don’t know why I had decided to confess at this outing. The napkin I placed on his lap with the words ‘I love you romantically’. All I heard back was, “I love you too,”

I could feel the life draining from my body. I couldn’t think properly. I tried to lift my hand to the gaping holes in my face, but my hands were too weak. I was too weak. I was Echidna away from death. The only thing I could do before I died was mumble the first words to come out of my mouth.

“I love you,”

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