Your the Reason

Samantha Lynn was confused. She had autism, and found that sometimes it was hard to handle. People kept making fun of her! She didn't know how to live this life anymore! She walked down the stairs to her kitchen and grabbed a knife, if no one wanted her around, she wouldn't be around anymore....


1. And Then I Met You


Samantha Lynn P.O.V


I walked over to my bed and sat down. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed a tissue. I wiped a tear away from my eye and then continued to wipe away my mascara that was running down my cheek. I through the tissue into the garbage can and walked over to my dresser. I grabbed a few pens and pencils and some blank lined paper. I sat down in my beanbag chair and started to write a story. It's what I always do to calm down. Today, hadn't been the best day. 


You see, I have a boyfriend, that I really love. But, today... Today I found him kissing my best friend! I felt another tear run down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, and wrote a few more words on the piece of paper that was in front of me. "He said he always would love me, that he would never leave!" I wrote down on the sheet of paper. The stories I write, aren't really stories. It's more what happened in the day, but I make it sound interesting. I add flashbacks into the past and everything. But, none of that matters to him anymore...


I sat there, wondering. Wondering if, maybe, he felt the same way I did. Wondering if, he feels like he made a mistake. But I just couldn't afford to think like that. What if he feels like that was the best think he could have ever done! I just couldn't get him out of my head. Every thought that ran through my brain was about him, and only him. 


I got out of my beanbag chair and put my paper on my dresser. I walked down stairs and into the living room. My mom and my brother were sitting there working on homework together. My brother was 9 years younger than me. 7 years old. He drove me crazy sometimes! He didn't understand what autism was. You see, I have autism. I was diagnosed with it when I was 12 years old, and I still haven't gotten a full grasp on it either, so how can I expect him to understand. He gets mad at me alot, because I loose my temper and get mad at him, and he doesn't know why. I can't help it, its not my fault, its just the way I am.  



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