• Matt and I had always been together. We grew up together; we practically lived at each others houses; we never left each others sides at school either. I would, even, start crying if someone made us split up, bur he would hug me tight and tell me its ok, (of course I stopped all the crying when I was 7, now at, 17, I just sulk). People often said we were soul mates or siblings split up at birth.
    The point is that we were never apart, except for now. Now Isabel is here with her long golden hair and flawless heart-shaped face. Since she showed up all he does is follow her round like a lost puppy’ all big eyed and clinging to every word she said. She only had to talk to him once and he went like this.
    All that ever comes out of his mouth is ‘Izzie is the best’ ‘I wonder what Izzie is doing’ ‘Izzie is so perfect’. Always Izzie this and Izzie that. What about me Matt. Why did you leave and forget about me Matt? Did you forget about us?
    After 3 days of Matt not even saying ‘hello’ to me when we pass at school, I went top go find her and find out what the hell was going on…

    3 hour after I found her


    They found me lying on the floor in the park.
    She was standing over me with the moss covered tree branch she used to beat me half to death, in her hand ready to finish me off.
    All I wanted to do was talk to her, but when I said his name she flipped out. She started screaming me with the tree branch screaming at me to disappear and die. Shouting at me that Matt didn’t care if I was just disappeared and he wanted me to do that very thing!
    I tried to get up and defend my-self but she was moving too fast for me to try and get up.
    I remembered her kicking the back of me head and the after that nothing, I thought I was dead.

    The next morning I woke up, I woke up in pain, but nevertheless, pain or no pain, I woke up.
    The doctor was telling me that I was extremely lucky, lucky to be alive, lucky that I didn’t have any broken bones and that I got with only cuts and bruises.
    The hospital let me go home the next day.
    In the car on home I just sat and looked out of the window thinking the even after nearly dieing because of him, I still wanted to be with him so much, I kind of hurt.
    I when I finally got home, I went straight to my room; my mom wasn’t good in these situations. I opened my door to my room and Matt was sitting on the edge of my bed, his head in his hands. When he heard me open the door he lifted his head up. His eyes were red from crying.
    “Hello Matt,” I said, “you didn’t have…”
    But before I could finish he had wrapped his arms round me and pulled me in to his lap in the bed and said, “it’s ok.”
    And all is a sudden I was felling better, like I use to all those years.
    “I love you Matt,” I whispered, “I always have and always will,” a tear rolling down my face.
    “I should have never believed her Becky’” he whispered, “she told me so many bad things,” I could feel one of his tears fall from his face and land in the back of me neck.
    I looked up to see him till crying; I craned my neck upwards and licked one of his salty tears from his face. He cupped my cheek in his hand I nuzzled my face into the palm of his hand.
    “I love you,” he breathed in my ear then lifted my face up and passionately kissed me in the lips.