Something Left to Live For

Warning: This is a really sad and emotional story. 
== Prologue ==
Bishop frowned down at her diary. There were shouts and yelling coming from downstairs again. Her parents were fighting. Bishop sniffed and poured her emotions into the pages of her diary, and then when she heard the door slam, Bishop put her pencil down and threw her diary on the carpet. She sat on her bed crying her heart out, and she held her head in her hands. 
Her whole life was going wrong, and she didn't know how to fix it. She felt like it was all her fault, even thought it wasn't. She laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
"Mother, show me how to dance like you do." Bishop exclaimed, and bounced around her mother in the newly built living room. Her father smiled from in the kitchen while he was cooking dinner. Niomi laughed, "Oh, no, my dear. Not like I do." Little Bishop persisted. "No. Please. Show me." Her mother sighed, and couldn't resist her daughter's pleading gaze. "Well... I do know a few moves you can do." She said, and took Bishop's hand. "YAY!" She exclaimed, and widened her shimmering brown eyes. Niomi smiled. "Okay... so first you stretch your arm out like this..." Bishop followed her mother's careful instructions. Suddenly there was a flash of light and the dream went to when Bishop was spinning around for the final move, and fell down hard on her arm. "OWCH!" She exclaimed, and began to cry. Niomi knelt down beside her and hugged her tight. "It's okay, my dear. Don't worry, you'll be okay. Mommy will always be there for you. I promise." The dream faded into darkness.
Mother never laughed, never smiled. Bishop knew immediately that it was a lost memory. "She never kept her promise."
== Chapter One ==
0423.20- Hello again. It's 12:45 in the morning and my brother's birthday is today. He's turning 9. Oh, I have to tell you about the present that I got for my birthday! Yes, I only got one present... it's better than nothing, though! So, my parents got me a model of the U.S.S. Enterprise- D. OMG it's a thing of beauty! Hard to put together, but beautiful! I want to read my Star Trek book now, so... bye. I'll write more tomorrow.- I mean, later today.Supplemental- I noticed that Andrew died his hair blond. He looks SO handsome and my heart nearly stopped when I saw him in English. I get to see him every day until June 10th. When... it all stops. School is over until fall. Then I'll be in 7th grade, able to start again. But... I can't start over at home. No... I can't. Sitting here thinking about it... going back to school seems like it's not that far away. But inside, I know. I won't be able to come to school and see Andrew... and now, after June 10th... ARG! So many emotions, so much pain! I need to run away! Sometimes I have to wonder. Does anyone care? My parents snap at me like everything's my fault, there's so much that needs to be done, no time for me. My so-called friends don't answer my emails when I try to check up on them...Should I just give up? Run away, leave everything behind me? See what everyone does?... I'm so confused. All of these words are flying through my head. I need to read. That will make it better. I think.No... my parents are fighting again. Maybe... I'll just cry. Dear diary... don't forget me.Later that day:
Andrew sat in his seat in class, silent and listening intently as the teacher talked about english stuff. It was the last period, and the teacher was finishing up what she had to say about her lesson. Andrew hurridley scribbled notes down in his english notebook, focusing on what he was doing. 
But then, Andrew heard something and stopped what he was writing. He turned to look beside him. There was a soft noise coming from the girl sitting in the desk next to him. He knew that her name was Bishop. She was his secret crush. His parent's didn't allow him to have a relationship with any girl right now until college, so he didn't want to get close to Bishop and then go and break her heart. He loved her... but it made him really sad that he couldn't be with her for a long time. 
Right now, Bishop was taking notes, but... not in her notebook. Andrew was smart enough to see that she was writing in diary. But why now? And what was so important that it had to be now? Was she writing about him? Bishop was scribbling fast with her pen, and when Andrew looked at the girl's face, he saw she was crying. He widened his eyes in surprise and his heart started to ache. 
"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concerned. Bishop was usually a quiet girl, and ever since a few weeks ago, she had seemed really sad and lonely. Andrew felt bad for her, and didn't want her to cry. 
Bishop didn't look over at him when she responded, "I'm fine." She slammed her notebook shut. Bishop raised her hand for the teacher, but just as she did, the bell rang and school was over.
Andrew wanted to comfort Bishop because he knew that what she was saying wasn't true. He could clearly see that by how she was acting. But before he could do anything, the girl was running down the hallway to her locker, books tucked tightly in her grasp. "Wait!-" Andrew's shout wasn't heard. 
Andrew sighed and picked up his stuff, getting ready to walk out of the room. That's when something stopped him. He thought he'd seen Bishop slip something into her desk before leaving. Andrew ran back to her desk and looked inside. Sure enough, there was a small folded paper in the back right corner. He grabbed it and opened it, extremely curious.
It read: "0424.20- Whoever reads this, if you care, then stop me. Otherwise... I give up." Andrew widened his eyes and gasped. No, this couldn't be happening. His heart stopped beating momentarily. Bishop... no... He thought, and Andrew froze as a tear slid down his cheek. He had to stop her. She had so much more to live for. She had him.
Andrew stuffed the note into his navy blue sweatshirt pocket and hurried over to the window. Bishop was sprinting off into the far woods beyond. He turned sharp on his heel and ignored the teacher's scolding shout as he sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him down the hallway. 
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he ran, and kids stopped and stared and hurriedly got out of his way as Andrew bursted out of the school. Some were whispering in shock and saying mean things about him. Andrew didn't care. The only thing on his mind right now was Bishop. 
But Andrew couldn't see Bishop anywhere. She had to be deep in the woods by now. The forest was once a place where the students of the Middle School would go to play and gossip and meet in secret. But now, it's a place where no one allowed to be because of the broken bridge. It was extremely dangerous, and that's exactly where Bishop was heading.
Andrew threw his backpack down behind a bush on the treeline and dashed deep into the foliage. In the distance, he could hear water splashing. He followed the path, knowing that he was close. 
Bishop stood on the edge of the broken bridge, crying as she stared down at the water rushing past and the sharp rocks protruding from the fast-flowing current below. She remembered the time when there were kids walking across this bridge, laughing, talking, happy memories being made. None of those kids were her.
She took a step closer to the edge and closed her eyes. Andrew... if you... if you care... Her thoughts were useless. Her breath was useless. One more step and all of her pain would go away...
"Bishop!" A loud sob sounded from behind her, running footsteps, everything was a blur as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back from the edge. Bishop fell back onto someone and her vision grew clear again. "A-Andrew?" She'd recognize that voice anywhere. But it felt like a lost dream. Was he dead too?
But Andrew really was sitting next to her. Bishop's head was resting in his arms and he was crying over her body. "I love you! I love you!" He kept on saying it over and over again. Bishop was too stunned to reply. Her heart was bursting, and thoughts were flying through her head. It's real. It's really real. 
"I care! I do care about you, Bishop! All this time, I've cared. I hate it when you cry, I hate it when I see you sad. I wanted to do something, but... but I can't! I just- I'm not allowed- my- I-" He shook hard with pain in his heart.
Bishop reached up and pulled Andrew closer to her. His blue eyes were wide and shimmering with tears. "Shh." She whispered, and cried as she said, "Thank you. Thank you. You wouldn't believe. You wouldn't believe that you were the only thing keeping me from doing this. I love you. Thank you." Bishop widened her eyes in realization. She did have something left after all. She had Andrew.
Andrew and Bishop laughed and smiled for a few moments. They had each other. Bishop had something to live for. After a moment, Bishop and Andrew drew close and they kissed. Bishop couldn't stop thinking: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
== The End ==
Category:Literature
Category:Original Stories
Category:Fiction
Category:Original Stories (Finished)
Category:Nightjay's Work