Jump and FlyHello there, I’m Heidi. I’m 17 years old but I’m no longer alive. I was 16 years old when I died. It’s been a year since I’ve breathed the earthly oxygen. The air up here is so much fresher than down there. It’s quite unbelievable. If you listen closely, I’ll happily tell you my story even though it’s not very happy. If you're emotional, please take a moment to make sure there's a box of tissues handy, because by the time I reach the end, you might need some. I’m just letting you know. It’s not a happy ending. Anyways, have you ever fallen in love? Not the kind of love that you confused with the real kind. I’m talking about true, heart pumping love. The kind where you'll do absolutely anything for, anything in the world. Even if it kills you. The kind that if it starts slipping away, you'll do whatever it takes to hold it together. You’re probably asking yourself, "16 and in love?" Yea. Well, here is my story. / It all started with the day Sammy’s dad got a new job out of state. We lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for as long as I could remember and her dad's new job was all the way over in Long Beach, California. "This can’t be happening," I thought to myself. "How will I survive without Sammy? She’s literally my life, the air I simply breathe every day. She’s the only person I fully trust with my whole heart. She’s the only person in my life worth talking to. She’s so incredibly sweet, the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. She doesn’t judge, she doesn’t cause any trouble, she’s real down to earth, well put together, and smart. Everything." It seemed too perfect, almost dream-like. You know, the dream that you never want to wake up from. Well, there I was living it and I didn’t ever want to wake up. / People use to call me "The Dreamer" because I was always in a great mood. I was always smiling and taking big risks. I only took those risks if I absolutely thought it was worth it. Which most of the time I thought it was. In my opinion, I thought I was too positive but not cocky. I was definitely not cocky at all. I was simply positive and cheerful and constantly trying to cheer everyone else up. Especially Sammy, I secretly thought that I had super powers. I somehow summoned a power deep within myself that could make real smiles appear on people’s faces. Real smiles! The ones that create a bundle of energy instead of taking it away. You know, fake smiles, they are forced as a result of wasted energy. The only thing better than real smiles are real laughs. My energy comes from laughs and smiles from other people. When I created laughter and smiles, my energy level would rise to the top of the meter and I would be confident about everything. I would feel indestructible, and nothing could ever hurt me. So I thought.
No NameOne quiet night, I sit at my computer watching the curser blink on the screen as I am pondering upon what to write about. All is silent as my mind is running free, but the silence is broken by an instant message. The message is from an anonymous writer. The words that were sent to me say "Meet me at the park in 10 minutes." Nervous chills crawl up my spine. I respond with the words "Whom am I speaking with?" but the anonymous writer had signed off before I got a response. Millions of questions race through my mind, I make my decision whether to go or not. Something in the back of my mind was telling me I should go and see who this anonymous writer is. / So, I throw on a dark hoodie and put the hood up. I look in the mirror and I say to myself "Here goes nothing." I slip out the window and head for the park. Its dark and creepy walking alone on this wet and windy road but I'm not going to turn around quite yet. Even though this isn't the safest area to be walking around this late at night, my mind was focused on what was going to happen. The park is only a few blocks away. I see it in the distance under the street light. I approach closer and decide to sit on the swings and wait. Silence filled the cold air and after waiting five minutes, which seemed more like an hour, because my curiosity was driving my feelings wild. I actively scan for anybody who may be walking near by, but I could see nothing. / Suddenly a sound struck through the air and I felt my phone in my pocket light up. I pull it out to see who in the world is texting me at this hour. The number is unknown and the words read, "I see you." I look around nervously but see only darkness beyond the street light. So I reply, "Who is this?" As I hit the send button, my ears open up to see if I can hear any ring tones in the silent air around me. There’s nothing to be heard besides for my phone receiving another text that reads "Don’t be scared." So I think for a few seconds with my mind full of many different thoughts. Should I be scared? Should I be worried? What’s going to happen to me? Should I not be scared? All these questions bolt through my wondrous mind. I couldn't make myself get up off the swing; I sit here with my nerves all in knots. I see a figure stand up in the far distance across the street and it’s making its way over to me. I can’t tell who it is. All I can see is a silhouette of a human walking over to where I sit. The figure now stands before me and I stand up so we can be face to face. The anonymous writer is pulling its hood down, my eyes open real wide and my nerves are crawling around inside of me like ants on a piece of dropped unwanted candy. The truth is about to be revealed. The light coming from the street light shines on the writers face to show the ****** features. My jaw just about drops to the floor, as a major shock jolts through every inch of my body. The anonymous writer just so happens to be a girl, a pretty girl as a matter of fact. We look each other in the eyes for a moment with many different thoughts flowing through our minds trying to tell what each other is thinking.