Yeah and it was like pitch black. And there was another grave yard on the other side of the road. So it was hella scary. But we're going back tomorrow to get better pictures.
It's a tome stone crypt thing. This guy is buried in it above ground. And the outside says 'Hell Shall Prevail' We're getting better pictures tomorrow.
Well I'm 14 now, and I met this guy, David, when we were in 6th grade. We clicked instantly because we had sooo much in common. Mainly, it was because we were both raised the old-school Italian way, you do what you're told or get the shit beat out of you. Aaanyway, things were great. We texted 24/7, IMed, whatever. We were like, inseparable. We finished out the year going strong, and in 7th grade, he started hanging out with a new group of kids, no biggie, it's not like he was chillin' with the druggies or anything. We started to drift, and I didn't think it was a huge deal, I wasn't gonna be greedy over something I didn't own. We finished out 7th kinda rocky, and then he started to change. Texts came slower and slower, and finally stopped coming at all. We barely hung out, and when we did, it was like old times; we laughed, we had a great time. Then he started to hang with this kid Anthony. I didn't care, obviously, but then things heated up. He got David to drink, at the age of 13, and I wasn't gonna have it. I'd been more than nice, but I wasn't taking the drinking. I also come from a family of addicts(I'm not a freak, promise.) so I didn't play around with that shit. He swore on my life and his own that he'd never drink again, seeing how much it hurt me... I accepted his apology and we got on with our lives. Starting 8th grade, he wasn't the same. He never started conversation with me, I had to go to him. Nobody used the phrase "Alexa and David" anymore, they knew we were on the rocks(friendship wise, nothing more). I told him how I strongly disapproved of his failing grades and loser attitude. He told me it wasn't his problem, that that's just who he was. But I'll tell you right now, it never was, and still isn't. From then on, we didn't really talk, it was all for show, so people didn't ask questions. I confronted him about it, and I told him how I missed him, loved him like a brother, etc. He told me he didn't give a fuck about me and that I should go to hell. I left school crying and he didn't care. This is the boy who could've written out my whole life on paperr. He knew every secret, every dream, every crush I'd had in those two years, the good years. He called me, drunk, about 3 months ago, and told me it was my fault my uncle wants to kill himself, and that I should die, and soon, and a sloo of other unthinkable insults. From then on, I felt empty. I begged and pleaded for him to take me back, and to love me again... no such luck. And now, I'm over him.
But please, don't think I'm some horrible emo freak who cuts their wrists and wants to die... I'm really not like that. I'm a super cool person, it's just all scripted now. Idk, I'm just not the same.. So yeah, that's my story. I'm Alexa, nice to meet you.