Book Girl

I was all alone. For I had no friend; the only thing that truely loved me back, was my books.

I was being swallowed up by the pain. I laid there in pain and let the world around me fade slowly. My life did not flash before my eyes; I thought of him. The one that I had always tried to impress, but I was always the book girl. I wasn’t cool enough to stand by him. I was always and only the book girl. The girl who spent all of her time inside reading books instead of playing sports. The girl who sat in the corner of the room with her nose stuck in a book.

“ You’re just a book girl.”

“ You are nothing.”

“ Go and just read your books.”

Why me?

What did I ever do to them?

I’m sorry.

For everything.

For only being the book girl.

For not being interested in normal things.

For being different.

For having no concept of reality in my mind.

I’m so sorry.

Everything went black.

Author's Note

The name book girl came from the book, Book Girl and the Suicidal Mime. Other than the fact that the narrarator loves books and is called a book girl by others, this little story has nothing to do with the actual book. But I do love the book so much, I've read it soooo many times. And now I'm pointlessly babbling.