Will you complete me?

 

My favorite spot on this stone cold bench. That i sit on at the time 11:33 p.m. I did this most nights i get my thinking done the best here. Altough its because here i dont hear anyone like my older sister talking about how much of a freak I am.  She didnt like me to be exact no one in my family liked me. I am different from them and they dont like that. I like black veil brides and they like Taylor Swift. I like hottopic and those kind of stores while they like hollister and stuff like that. I just really do not fit in with them. I dont fit in with anyone at school either. Only a few. So heres my story.

"Alaska get up" I could hear my mother scream to me from her room. I open my drowsy eyes to see that the clock on my little old nightstand say 7:45.

"Mom I have to be to school in ten minutes. Whyd you wake me up so late." I scream still laying down in my bed

"We forgot you were here." Shes said back. The usual forget about me like they do every single day. Why havent I gotten used to it yet. I mean everyday the same thing you think id get tired of and leave. But, somethings telling me to stay and that if I do I wont regret it. So im going to stay here for now until something really bad happens and I need to leave.

~ Walking home from school ~

Yeah I had to go to afterschool detention again today. School right now is the last thing on my mind. Right now it is just being so different. But, I mean oh well right. Well im goinna take a stop by my favotie spot. Then one one the stone cold bench. I sling of my bookbag it making a slight thud as it hits the ground. I lay down on the bench and slowly start to drift away.

~ About two to three hours later ~

Im slowly awaken by a different sent. Not the usual sent of death and horror but one of romance and love. For some strange  reason I actually like that sent alot.

"Hello there. Not safe for a girl like you to be here at this time dont you think." Said a tall, lean, blue eyed, black haired boy. He has a calm and relaxing voice. It makes me want to just melt into a pulled of Alaska right into the bench.

"A girl like me. What are you calling me fat, ugly, stupid. Its okay im called them everyday it wont make a difference if you say it to." I said back to the blue eyed beauty.

"No, a  girl like you as in very pretty. Well my name is Andy. Well its actually Alexander but my friends call me Andy. And what is your name." Alexander or Andy said.

"Just so you know I like the name Alexander so im going to call you that. And my name happens to be Alaska." I said.

"Such a pretty name for a pretty girl" He said. Ive seen him around our school. Because in the little town of Boise we all go to like the same high school. Only the really smart kids go to the other high school. I happend to not be one of those kids sometimes I wish I was just to see what it was like and how they acted. But, you get the life your given. So im happy for that one. I went into a longer conversation with Alexander he told me like where his hometown is. His favorite colour. His bithday who he lives with, who he hangs with. Almost so much you have no idea that what that person just said went in one ear and out the other so fast it was like nothing went into your ear itself. But right now that didnt matter. It was actually getting really late but his scent lingered me in for so much longer that time and my parents and everything wrong in my life were never there. And that was amazing. No one had ever made me feel this way it was easier to be there to to talk about it. But, why does someonelike him want to talk to someone like me. I never knew that he would cause he seems like that type of person that would never talk to someone like me. I was starting to get very tired. To the point where Im falling asleep  on Alexander.

~ The Next Morning ~

"Alaska are you up. You fell asleep on me." Alexander said in a calm and soothing voice. It sent chills and shivers up and down my spine. Several times.

"Yeah I am now." I said streching. Not knowing how much long I will be laying in the position I am in now.  Still I wonder if he did anything to me though the night.

"Thats a good thing." He said. A smile gleamed across his face.

"Sorry, you know, about falling asleep on you. I feel bad about doing that now. It's not something that I would do." I kept repeating.

"No, Alaska its fine. I promise. Okay its fine I had nothing to do last night." He said trying to reasure my puppy like voice.

"Okay, thanks. Shiz I better get going my mom is going to get pissed off at me becasue I was supposed  to be walking home from school but then you know cause you were here." I said as collecting my backpack and jacket.

"So do you want me to walk to walk you home. Its no problem my family lets me do whatever whenever." He said. I want him to walk me home yet I dont because I just met him.

"Sure, only if you want to because I can easily just walk home myself." I told him.

"No I will walk you home." He said. Then we started to walk the 4 mile walk home. Through the woods and everything else that we had to overcome before getting to my house.   During the walk I found out more about him. Like hes a little older than me, his parents are druggies, he doesnt like going home. Then we reached my house.

"Thats your house!" he said so shocked.

"Yeah, I have a 3 story house and alot of other things in the one house. Why, does it bother you or something. My family has money and all people just dont like me  alot thts all. But I mean you get used to it after a while." I said.

"Not at all its actually like amazing, so ill let you go. BYE!" He said.

"Okay bye." I said, then I walked into the house. Surprisingly no one was up to yell at me. They probaby didnt even notice I was gone. I wont say a word unless they bring it up. As I walks upi the 3 flights of stairs up to my room. I trip. Yes, trip like what a little kid would do that doesnt yet know how to walk without holding onto a inanimet object. Yet I wasnt a little kid I am 18. A legal adult I mean I cant drink but who said that stops me because it doesnt stop me from doing it. But, still I'm still that little girl on the inside. The one who needs love to florish. Who feels alone in this huge world. I  slowly and steadily make my ways up  my stairs trying not to make the old floorboards creek like they always do. I slide right past my parents room making my way to my brothers and sliding by his till I make it to the end of the hallway to my room. I make my way into my room. Go over to my closet. Slid off my clothes and look at myself in just my undergarmets.