I skimmed through Eagle’s Path tonight. I have now realized how terrible it is. I thought it was good while writing it, but I’ve grown in my skills and I should start over.
Nana told me Les Miserables is coming to Raleigh in October. I’m thinking about asking Ryan if she would like to see it with me. I don’t know. We’ll see.
Tonight was Anne and Jason’s last night. I probably won’t see them again until Christmas, if even then. They are a perfect couple and always will be.
I saw Misty briefly at church tonight, but she didn’t speak to me. I haven’t seen her since July when she gave me all those poems. Here’s the first one:
I wish I was dead
I wish I was never born
I hope I didn’t lose you as a friend
I hope you don’t hate me
Hmm. It doesn’t even rhyme. Misty’s life has been hell. Her dad died when she was eight and several of her friends have died either by suicide or someone shot them over a baseball cap. She’s been rejected and she needs love. I tried to care for her over the summer, but she became addicted to me. I was so afraid she would kill herself if she knew I had zero romantic feelings for her, and I was just trying to show her God’s love.
Crazy thing is, that whole ordeal with Misty got Ryan and I talking a lot over the summer. Ryan and Misty know each other from school, so Ryan would always want me to call her any time Misty called me saying she wanted to kill herself.
How can a 14-year-old know so much pain?
Here’s another poem from Misty:
I have so much inside me
And I have so much to give
I just need that special person
Someone for whom to live
I lie in bed at night wondering
Who will it be?
I wish I could look into the future
And be able to see
I wonder what he will be like
I wonder how he will look
I feel as if there are so many
Unread pages in my very big life book.
I guess I will just have to wait
For my future to come by
But until then I’ll keep
Dreaming with a hopeful look
In my eyes.
I can’t help but think of The Phantom of the Opera. Misty is a pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life has she known? Oh God, give me the courage to show her she is not alone.
Ryan told me tonight that Misty still calls her all the time and all they talk about is me. I wonder if Ryan likes talking to Misty about me? I know I would like talking to anyone about her.