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Sure, title might sound stupid but hey, people do shit for stupid reasons. My name is Catherine. I’m 14 years old with fluffy, long, black hair. Yes, I’m a short-ie and a nerd.
Either way about this ring, my sister gave it to me a few months ago; like around the first month of my school year. I made sure I would never take it off. Well, apparently I’m stupid; I lost the ring. I left ring next to the restroom sink but, the ring didn’t really mean shit to me. I found it on the exact day I met someone special. Well, at least I thought he was. Our relationship was pure puppy love until he started making up lies and flirting with other girls. I thought it was love but, I saw him with a slut. She once asked him to look at her boobs to check if they were showing and IN FRONT of me. Like come on and my asshole Puppy Love Boyfriend looked. As smart as I am, I became stupid enough to forgive him.
I went in the bus with my guitar, I was mad at myself. I had my ring on so I looked at it as a highschool student saw my guitar and asked if I was in Mariachi. I replied yes. We started talking and I became very annoyed that he didn’t shut up. I was thinking to myself “Oh My Gosh, I’m going to slap you boy if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Well, a cute highschool student was next to him. Oh My Lord!! He had colored green-ish, yellow-ish eyes. Kinda hazel but not really. He had blond-ish, brown hair and he had these – I don’t know, I’m a teen. Leave me alone!! Either way, as they always say the cute ones are always the stupid ones; he heard the entire conversation and yet he asked me “Hey,do you play guitar?” Like boy please, no! Please! I sarcastically responded, “No, it’s a big ass violin.” and answered him,” yes, I do.” We all laughed right before the other highschool student left. The cute one started talking to me. Well, either way, the next day I wanted to kill my jackass puppy love. I was on depression mode. When I got on the bus, I sat in the very back, alone. Cutie sat next to me while I was crying. MY GOD!!! I was trying to be sad but, he made me smile like an idiot. That’s when I decided to break up with my puppy love.
The next day I was free, completely! Everyday I sat next to Cutie. His name is Jose and he’s 15 years old. We got really close. In fact, I don’t even remember giving him my phone number but I did. We started texting. Then, one night, he texted me saying that he was with his girl. Dammmn! That text stabbed me. I told myself that I never had a chance. The next day he talked about how many girls he had… I yelled at him with my watery eyes telling him how I thought he was different but, he was just the same as every single guy who’s hurt me. How could I think I could be friends with him while he was a fucked up guy like the others. I was about to slap him but I couldn’t. So, I sat 6 seats away from him. When he was going to get dropped off, he waved goodbye. In response, I waved him my middle finger.
4 months I ignored him. On that 4th month, I decided to apologize. He asked me, “Why if you were right? Thanks to you, I’ve changed.” I was happy and we started texting again. Then, on 2/27/17, he told me he liked me by text. I confessed that I like him too but, I reread the texted. It said liked. The “ed” fuck up my smile. I told him that it was in the past so we should forget about it.
The next day, 2/28/17, he asked me out in person!
It’s about 3 months together. Today is 2/27/17. Between these 3 months, he pretended to propose to me with the same ring my sister gave to me. Yesterday, 2/26/17, I lost that very ring. I became crazy. So crazy that I disrespected my dad for the first time. He slapped me and told me to respect. My mistake was yelling, “Like the same way you respect me! Like crap and a slave!” He slapped me. I went to my room and cried and cried and cried. I fell asleep crying. Today I even woke up crying. When I looked to my right, I found my ring. I couldn’t wait to tell Mom! I ran to the living room and my dad saw me. He had a look in his eyes as if he had seen the devil. I asked what was wrong while my mom dropped a plate she was putting on the table. She asked me if I seen myself in the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror and I was completely pale as if I had a deadly disease. I didn’t look like my normal myself. When I saw the ring, it shined so beautifully that I thought that everything was okay but, my heart stopped. All I remember was hearing Mom yell and now everything repeats. The day ends. The same the morning starts. The same “I lost my ring.” The same “I find it ” and I “black out.”
Then, one morning I decided to throw the ring but nothing changed. I didn’t understand! Then, I woke up and I saw nothing but white walls and floors. I was wearing a white sweater. I was scared. I saw a white door. I kept trying to open it but it was locked. I saw the ring on my finger and I couldn’t think about anything but killing myself. No matter how hard I hit my head, nothing happened! I got tired! I tried everything and yet nothing happened! I cried and gave up.
I woke up on my bed. It was June 1st. The last day of school! I look on my right; nothing was there. I looked at my finger and there it was shining like a million stars. My ring! I ran in the kitchen and no one was there. Not even in their bedrooms! My mom, my dad, and grandma weren’t at home so I ran to Jose’s house. He was there sitting on the ground. I went and I hugged him from behind his neck but, he didn’t turn around. I saw the necklace he gave me ,on my birthday, in his hands while he began to cry as he touched it. I asked him what happen. I didn’t get a reply. I saw his mom coming out and I asked her what happened and she didn’t reply. She asked Jose if he was going to the funeral. He hesitantly answered yes. I was in the car with him yet he never looked at me. We finally got to a grave yard. As I looked up, I saw my name and my picture. I was dead. Correction, I am dead…
