Adlingtont

[tdscott8]

So, I'm pretty sure this is awful, but what the hell do I know. Y'all can decide that, as always feedback is encouraged and much appreciated. MC vs will be coming out soon enough, I really want to hit that out of the park hence why it's taking so long.



She was my everything.


Ever since my first day of Sophomore year, she was the only one who was kind to me, the only one who would give me a second glance. Most just put me off as the quiet British kid who liked being alone. Well even quiet kids need friends; she was my friend.


Every morning before I met her, I would drag my feet out of bed, hating every moment I was awake. My life was meaningless, and I knew that. No matter how much I did or tried, no ones life would be impacted by me. That's what my mindset used to be, that was the sad child I was.


When she entered my life, it was a breath of fresh air. Everything just seemed so much better. The colors I saw were brighter, the food I tasted was sweeter. Every time I was with her my life was, well, perfect.


I found myself thinking about her more and more, the waves in her blonde hair, the way her smile would light up a room, her energetic personality, her child-like look on life. She was everything I ever wanted, everything I needed.


I remember one day in particular in our Senior year, I had made the grave mistake of asking my father to buy me a new backpack since my old one had grown old and dirty. He had returned with the most obnoxiously bright yellow backpack I had ever seen.


I regretfully decided to use the backpack, and had worn it to school. I had on blue jeans, a blue t-shirt, and that obnoxious yellow backpack. She had run up to me, happy as ever. She grabbed onto one of the straps that hung from the backpack and said 'You look like a minion!'


I was confused at what she meant, until she informed me that she was talking about the animated characters from the newly released Pixar film. She pulled up a picture on her phone and showed it to me. Surprisingly, I did look like a minion. My blonde hair and glasses in addition to the color scheme of my clothes made us look very identical.


'I'm going to call you my minion from now on' she said giving me a small hug (which admittedly put what I can only assume as the brightest blush on a humans face ever).


It was during December that I had finally worked up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend. On Christmas Eve I had invited her to come to the park with me, our normal hang out spot.


When I had finally asked her to be my girlfriend, she responded 'silly minion, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to ask me that'. The smile on my face was the biggest smile I had ever had in my life, and that was no doubt the happiest moment of my life. I have no doubts it will remain that way too.


Only 3 weeks before our graduation the news had came in. She had been shot. It had been a misfortunate series of events that had just led her to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The man who had shot her had killed himself soon afterwards.


I was devastated. I had of course thought that her and I were perfect, and that nothing could ever break us apart. But that wasn't the worst part, for the longest time the guilt had eaten away at me. I for some reason thought that it was my fault, and constantly found myself thinking 'it should have been me'.


At her funeral people were offering me their condolences, their typical 'I'm so sorry for your lost' and 'I know your pain'. But none of them really knew my pain. None of them were truly sorry. All that was in the back of their minds was 'better her than me'.


I had tried killing myself multiple times, holding a knife to my wrists wanting so badly to just go through with it and end my pathetic life. But every time I had tried, I would think of her.


She wouldn't want me to die like this, is the conclusion I've now come up with. She wouldn't want me to end my life because of her. She would want me to be happy, to make friends, to most importantly make an effort.


That's when I found the Mindcrack guys, well, that was before they were truly Mindcrack. They were just 'Guude and some friends that played on a server together'. I had entered in the first competition, not expecting to win. To my surprise however, I had tied for 3rd, submitting my answers at the last second.


I was granted access to the server, and had met with Guude and many of the others. Since then I have seen members come and leave, and we're currently up to 30. I can't attend many events due to my schedule, but I am much happier having them as friends.


I know now that if she were still alive, she'd be happy for me, for where I am in my life.


I have made my minecraft skin the Minion from the Animated Movie, in honor and memory of her. No one in Mindcrack knows about her, for I have never told them.


Losing her was indeed losing my everything. But even with her gone, she is still helping me today.

I love you Valentina.

Comments

[breetheheliolisk]

This was sweet. :(