Life Of The Loved

This short story is completely true. This happenned to me.




Life Of The Loved

It was just before summer and my dad just got divorced from my first step-mom. He did not want to ever see her again, so from there on we went to a different church. When I got to the new church, I was very intimidated because everyone was friends with each other, except for me because I did not know anyone. For weeks and weeks I would just sit in the back and be an unnoticed shadow. Eventually the leaders started to talk to me. I started to enjoy church then because they were very friendly.

One day Joe, The worship leader, introduced me to a girl because I still had not made any friends. When I saw her my heart started to race. She was, and still is, the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. She introduced herself and her best friend to me. Her name, Ashley Elizabeth Uribe, a heavenly name that only an angel like herself could possess. She invited me to sit by her during church. My brain melted and I could not focus on anything but her.

This continued on for months; every week we would just learn more and more about each other. One day I kept moving my hand closer and closer to her until it was on her leg. She then grabbed my hand and held it. I nearly died of a heart attack then. That was the furthest that I had ever been with a girl. We would hold hands every week after that point.

Ashley’s best friend, Amanda Thompson, had been watching us hold hands in church. She thought that I liked Ashley, so she had to talk to me after church one day. She was afraid that I had the wrong intentions with Ashley. "On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like Ashley?" She asked.

I responded with, “I am sorry, but I cannot answer that because numbers do not go high enough to express my feelings for her." She just stood there in amazement because that was the most beautiful thing that she had ever heard. From then on she helped me with my relationship with Ashley. She helped by telling me what she did and did not like, and other things like that. She was so happy that I liked Ashley because she respected me and she wanted only the best for her best friend.

By this time, Ashley's parents knew and trusted me, so I asked her to dinner and a movie. When we got to dinner, things did not go as planned. We were just eating, and I was really hoping for more. Although the dinner was not the best, I still stayed optimistic. Well, the dinner ended and we went to see the movie. We saw Failure to Launch. I really did not care what movie we saw, because I was not there to watch the movie, all though it was funny.

During the movie, I moved my hand across, like I did in church, because I wanted to hold her hand. She completely ignored my attempt to hold hands with her. I was quite surprised, because I knew that she liked me. I just treated it like that never happened, and I moved on. The movie ended and we left the theater. I asked her why she did not want to hold my hand. She simply explained that she did not realize that I wanted to hold her hand. Time went on and we started to walk home. As we were walking home, she grabbed my arm and locked it with hers, just like you would do when you walk down the aisle at a wedding. That was exactly was I was fantasizing about also. Just imagining us getting married and locking arms while we were skipping in real life was golden.

That was the single best moment in my entire life. I was always reliving that moment in my head. Also, every time that I would feel depressed, I would think of that moment and I would be completely fine. At least until it happened.

One day, I was told by my father that I had to move to Michigan. I did not want to go at all. Everything that I had ever known and loved was in California.

It was now the last day of school for my eighth grade year, just a little more than a year after I met Ashley. After school, I walked to Ashley's apartment to tell her that I had to move, but when I got there, I had the shock of my life. Her neighbor was on drugs and was going mentally insane. The really scary thing was that he also had a gun, which is not a good thing when he is on drugs.

Ashley came out of her apartment and I waved to her and said hi. But instead of hearing a hi back, I heard a loud bang. And there she was. Lying on the ground. Dead. Even though she had not done anything wrong. I was very scared, so I ran away and went home. When I got home, I just cried myself to sleep, and went on a plane to Michigan the next day.

That memory will never leave me, and because of that, I am afraid to go out with anyone. That is the real reason of why I do not have a girlfriend. Although I have now gotten to the point where I can talk about it without crying, as long as I do not say dead or shot, it still eats me inside.