All Leah lived for is Sam. But then he hurt her, and the pain cuts deep every day. She only wishes one thing --- he could see her pain ---- no, not see it, but feel it.
Didn't anyone know how much it had hurt me? I wished there was a way for Sam to understand my pain. No, not understand it, but feel the pain I feel. Every time I open my eyes after waking, and feel the pain slash through me, like the claws of a terrible monster.
If only he could feel my pain.
Have you ever heard be careful what you wish for?
I hope you like this story. Leah's not talked about or pittied much, so I figured that I would tell her story and help people understand her loss of true love.
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"Mom, I feel weird today. Can I stay in bed?" I moaned later that morning, as I closed my eyes to the buttery sunshine filtering through the the window. The sun cast splotches of gold across the pale walls.
I loved the color gold. It was so beautiful.
"Are you getting sick sweetheart?" My mom peeked through the doorway to my small room. Her face was drawn and there was that hint of sadness in her dark eyes that always lingered behind the blackness.
Ever since my dad's heart attack I doubted my mom had gotten much sleep. Her crying used to keep me up late, but I'd now gotten used to sleeping through it.
I don't know. I just feel weird." I propped myself up on my elbows but lay back down and closed my eyes when the simple move tired me. I was panting.
"You're burning up!" My mom had crossed the room to lay a hand on my forehead but she jerked it back like a child would after touching a hot stove.
"Can I stay in bed, please?" I begged her.
"Of course sweetie. Seth's at a friend's though, and I have to run some errands. Will you be okay here alone?" Her brow furrowed. I nodded weakly.
"Can you get me some water first though?"
"Of course!" She dashed out of the room and was back in no time. From the spot on her shirt I could guess the water had sloshed over the side in her hurry. I smiled. My mom was the kind of one who would give the Energizer bunny a run for his money, despite the recent death of my dad.
"Thanks, mom." I took the water eagerly.
She smiled, kissed my forehead and with a quick "Feel better!" She was out the door.
I heard the front door open and then bang shut and I was alone.
As I drank, I looked around for something to distract me, and my stomach plummeted when I realized there was nothing to distract me from what I was avoiding.
Thinking about him.