For A Stranger, You Loved Me, a Romance fanfic

Maybe life would be better… Without me… Come to think of it, I’d say people would like it…

Tanika sat on her bed, staring down at her journal, her eyes empty. She tied her long, silky black hair behind in a ponytail as she got her stuff ready to go to school. Her looks weren’t all that bad. She had mid back length hair, dark blue eyes, average height, average curves. Yet, she doubted that anyone loved her. Even her parents who gave her money to get her anything she wanted.

Tanika sighed as she put on her head phones and turns her music on full blast to mute out the sound of her parents yelling at each other over her cause, thinking that she couldn’t hear them. She swung her bag over her shoulders and headed down the stairs then out the door. She never took the bus to school, not wanting to get there early so that people won’t start bullying her. Tanika had a problem with people around her. They saw her and thought that she was some sort of freak because of the way she looked. Goth. Emo. An outcast. A reject. You get the picture.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the school. The first bell had already rung so most of her tormentors were already in class. Tanika was known also as always being late. She didn’t care, nor did her teachers. She opened her locker, stuffed her bag in it and pulled out her note book and headed to her Writing class. That was probably the only class she liked.

At the end of the day, Tanika decided to take the bus home. As she sat on the bus, a bunch of people got up and sat away from her. What she didn’t know is that one guy was still sitting next to her. Only when he tapped her shoulder did she look up.

“I couldn’t help but notice how you look.” Said the guy. He had short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and a toned upper body.

“Save your breath, Blondy” Tanika replied sharply. “I’ve had enough of that bullshit.”

“My name’s Deryl. And what’s yours, may I ask?”

That was the first time a guy was actually talking to her. I mean, like, talking to her normally, no bullying and crap like that.

It’s the apocalypse. It’s the end of the world…Wait…No…

“Tanika…” She answered after a few seconds.

“That’s a beautiful name, Tanika.” He said, smiling lightly.

“Thanks.”

“Tanika. You have to realize that you can’t just stop here. You have to go on. You have to fight what ever life throws at you. I’ve been through it. That’s why I’m helping you. Please realize that I love you. I’ve been watching you for over a while. You could say I was stalking you but, you have to remember… I love you…”

“You what? You can’t love me! I’m a nobody, an outcast!”

“Not to me your not.”

Tanika pulled the stop string then, got off the bus as it pulled over at her stop. She ran home then ran up the stairs and into her room.

He told me he loved me. Some one actually loves me. But I just had to be an ass hole and run away.

Deryl.

I’ll wait one more day before I finish this life of mine. You have to convince me to go on with life.

The next day was a Saturday. Tanika sat in front of the TV, watching the news while reading a book. What got her attention was the fact that a teenager had committed suicide the day before. His name was Deryl Mongol. You killed yourself after you told me you loved me?

You ended your life because of me?

You tried to save me?

But all in vain. I made up my mind. I’ll go join you in hell.

The news the next day was the suicide of Tanika Goners. She had hung herself, her journal next to her. They found out she knew Deryl and figured it was a link to her demise. The last sentence was: I love you Deryl, even though I met you today.

The End