Scarred Heart

I saw him once and I saw him die. I was waiting for the sun to rise when I saw him. He was on his bike riding to who knows where. I was out on my porch. Freezing to death because of the chilly morning. It was crazy of me to be out in my pajamas and a coat on a chilly October morning but I had my rituals and I was going to stick by them. He stopped in front of my house looking at me curiously. We stared at each other for a couple of minutes. I can’t describe the emotion I felt. It was strange. I felt like our eyes connected us. I walked over to him not really conscious of what I was doing. It was like an invisible force was pulling at me like a leash towards him. He cracked a grin.

“Who are you?” I sighed internally. I was the new girl in town. He couldn’t possibly know me.

“I’m Carey.” I shifted my weight onto my right foot. I felt like I knew him.

“I’m psycho.” I shrugged.

“That’s not bad.” He responded with a high-pitched giggle. I didn’t mind the act. I knew it was an act. I just knew he was hiding. Hiding from the world with the act of being insane. Hiding the emotions behind a mask. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not a bad thing. I’ve tried it but I got caught. I got caught up in my lies. I just didn’t know what was fantasy or reality. I mixed those two up so bad, I landed in a place where all you learn is bullshit and take meds for the hell of it. I got over it, eventually. I got over the wounds and lies but there are still scars in their places where they will never be seen, in my heart.

“You shouldn’t talk to strangers.” He said with a warning tone.

“You shouldn’t either.” I countered with a laugh. If he wanted to play games, I would go along and see who wins.

“You’ve got guts. Ready to be an outcast in the lovely high school located here?” I frowned and pushed the hair in my face away. I was hoping this school wouldn’t be as strict to following the social ladder but apparently it was the same old design.

“So, having guts is a bad thing here?” He looked at me with dark eyes filled with bitterness.

“Yeah.” He said darkly. I wanted to comfort him but I knew I couldn’t. I didn’t even know him. How could I feel this close to someone I don’t even know? I’m not usually very social with people I don’t know. I’m not that social with people I do know. It’s strange but I like it. The wind was biting into my skin making me cold beyond belief. Hopefully, my mother wasn’t awake and watching this event.

“What’s your name?” It occurred to me that I should at least know his name before I went in and he left.

“It’s Donnie.” It surprised me. It must’ve shown on my face since he gave me a look of confusion.

“Your name is so…. ordinary.” He gave me a crooked smile.

“What makes you think I’m not?” I leaned over the fencing around my house. I looked him straight in the eye. I saw it was getting brighter. I was going to miss the sunrise because of him.

“You said you were psycho. That makes you different.”

“Thanks.” I blinked. I didn’t understand why he was thanking me.

“For thinking I’m different but I’m not.” I shook my head. He was wrong. He was different. He was different for me. I don’t think I’ve ever experiences this kind of incident before. I’ve heard about them. Yeah so and so met this guy on the beach and it was like fate brought them together and they lived happily ever after. Of course, this is different. He was different. Nothing ever really has a happy ending. In reality, so and so is cheating and he’s drunk all the time. In reality, so and so is being abused but they put on the façade of being happy in front of everybody. He got on his bike.

“See you later, Carey.” I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach like I was going to be sick.

“Bye.” He pedaled off and then I saw the car. It was swerving like if the driver couldn’t control it. Everything went so slow. I felt like it was ages when I screamed his name yet it seemed like everything happened so fast. I saw the impact. I felt my tears. The car halted a couple feet from me but I didn’t care. I ran over to Donnie who was bleeding profusely. I was crying and blubbering incoherently. He smiled at me weakly. I wanted to tell him to hold on. I wanted to tell him so many things but nothing came out right. He died in my arms smiling. My mom found me clinging onto him, whispering things to his corpse.

I missed the sunrise that day but the sunset was red. Just like the blood that was on my arms. Just like I imagined my heart to be. I lost a part of myself that day. I lost my scarred heart to him and it was broken, when that drunk ran him over. He was dead and I died along with him in spirit.

“People that you've come to love in a short time may just be the ones who leave the longest lasting mark on your life.”

A/N: I was inspired by the fanfics on the movie Donnie Darko. This is actually my first completed short story in like years. Donnie is not Donnie Darko. I just used that name because the meaning is so awesome. Reviews are appreciated.