Just a little story

When I was born, the shadows in the room escalated. They became larger than life-solid. They killed my Grandmother, who had been adoring me at the time. They always say it wasn't my fault. But I remember. And I know better.
Since then, I was treated like a freak. Nobody really took care of me-"There's something wrong with him."
"Don't play with him."
"Don't look at him."
"Don't think about him.
"Freak."
"Fupper."
A word at my school, made to describe me.
In spite of this, I had made one friend-Isabel.
She was smart and nice and pretty.
And kinda stubborn. And sensitive. Sometimes I liked to think that she needs me-but who am I kidding? No one needs me.
Lately I've been having feelings for her. I try to kick them away, but really?
I can't act on these feelings. I don't mean that I think I can't possibly ask her out. I mean that I'm not brave enough.
C'mon, laugh at me.
I can't think of losing her. She's my only friend-what would I do without her?
But if she returns the feelings I'm having, that would be a dream come true.

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