Memory: First Love.

□Author Note:Written in First Person.

I can remember as clear as day. The rain was so cold. It had felt like ice-shards running down my pale face. The skies roared like a mighty lion to it's kingdom. Light flashing in a blink. My clothing soiled with dirt and rain and possibly a bit of snot. Why did I have a HEARTBEAT for that boy?! My heart was as broken as the thunderous sky. Those feelings I felt, the doki-doki that beat my heart, the sound of his voice that brought a sudden smile to my cherry lips. A disillusion created by my own false painting of this perfect human. Those cold words that sunk into my soul that day,

"Who would ever like a fat girl like you?!" Disgusting."

Surrounded by all his friends, my body went numb. Literally shaking, not from the cold, but from the embarrassment and sheer shatter of my feelings dropping pieces everywhere. The tears I shed hidden in the drops of water from the sky...as if nature knew what I had felt just then. A clash of thunder soon after, almost making my skin jump. This was my nightmare. And what hurts the most, I still love him. Was I such a masochist? Managing to hide the letter I spent weeks on writing, perfecting my penmanship, making sure each word I wrote meant something. But now...nothing.

Where do I pick up the pieces from here? A question this little girl did not understand.

After the storm had passed, clouds lightened up and some ray of sunshine beamed down on my broken down wet body. Was it my sign of hope? Maybe because after the rain had passed a hand was held out but from the shock of events..my body said it was time to shut down. Dead weight falling, closing my eyes, darkness taking over rapidly. It didn't hurt, surprisingly it was warm and inviting. Some how a safety net of comfort washed over my chilled body. Goodnight time.

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Soft fabric coaxed me as gently opening my eye lids. There I was in the school infirmary inside the elementary school. A little confused I was, remembering I was just outside a moment ago it seemed. Why and how was I put here? Looking over a older boy, had to be Junior High at least sitting in the chair resting. Did he rescue me? What was his purpose? Why me? I was a nobody .

A heater was placed beside keeping myself extra warm. A thoughtful gesture. Gently I smiled at the older one, a soft rosy color blushing my cheeks. Making me feel all warm...a good feeling? That I didn't know. I was Nine after all, what did I know? Chubby short me...thats what I knew most.

"Thank-you my hero...Thank-you." Speaking as I got off the bed myself. It was best to leave this scene as it was...a memory bitter-sweet like Chocolate. Maybe one day I can thank you properly, hero.

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