Savior Street

I am the "jock" that everyone expects to be with a cheerleader. The head of the hokey team, number one, the person everyone loves. I have not won all of my games but most of them since ninth grade at Bears High School in Washington. Every cheerleader has asked me out but I always say no. I don't even need to say my name to anyone, because in this small town everyone already knows me. I have the perfect, rich, big house life. Parents who are willing to give me anything and everything I want. I have my own car, my room is bigger than my parents room, and I am working as my own boss in my own company. Life is great, but I don't have everything I want. Living in a small town in Washington is not what I want. I want to leave this place with the girl of my dreams.



I have calculus with her, and somehow I think I am the only one who knows her name. Felixa, it is Latin for happy, lucky, and fortunate. I find it weird because she always seems so unhappy, her mother died four years ago, her dad is always gone with other women, and she has to work a part time job to eat. She works for me in my company, but doesn't know that I am her boss or I am the one who hired her to work. I will do anything for her! It sounds weird, but I can't talk to her without shaking or stuttering. She is the girl everyone makes fun of, yet no one knows her name. She is always by herself, and the only reason I know anything about her is because I talk to her through the internet, as someone else. I am so hopeless.



The other day I imagined her staring at me from across the room. Her eyes, her lips, everything about her is out of this world. I know that it is weird that I never had the nerve to tell her, but I always wanted to. All I have seen are her black, long skirts that touch the floor, her old, baggy, black jacket, her old tennis shoes, and her beautiful face, that is until a few days ago. She didn't come to school or work for about three days and I got worried. I found out her address and drove to her house. My heart was racing a billion miles an hour.



Left turn on Alison Street. Alison, that was some ones older sister who died saving an old women from her burning house.



I wonder what is wrong.



Left turn on Jerry Avenue. Jerry, he was a great man who was a firefighter until recently.



Why would she not come to school, she loved learning. She went to be better than her father, and leave this crappy town.



Right turn on Berry Street. Berry, old man who died of a "no love heart attack".



I love her! I hope she is okay!



Another right turn on Madison Street. Madison, a fourteen year old girl who killed herself, because her best friend wouldn't talk to anyone.



I'm almost there! One more turn then a straight line between us! I'm coming!



A left turn on....... Savior Street. Savior Street! It was named by a thirteen year old girl whose mother died in a fire, her dad quit being the head of the fire department, her grandfather died after her grandmother, and her best friend killed herself because she dove into depression!



I stopped the car, put it in park, and ran to her front door. Banging on the door as hard as I could at 4:00 P.M. isn't the way I imagined coming to her house for the first time. Then I noticed it, there were cars everywhere, and a black one. I knew that black car, because I saw it the day it carried her mom to the cemetery. Then, with tears rolling down both cheeks, a women dressed in black with a black handkerchief opened the door. Looking at her with my head half way down I stopped banging on the door. I stood tall, with tears still dancing on my cheeks, and entered the house. I saw it, there in the white painted living room, there was a shining brown coffin.



I didn't know what to do. I had no clue what to say. I stood there in shock. There was a firefighter symbol on the side of the coffin. There was a picture of Felixa's dad standing to the side with the words "A loving father. A wonderful husband. A fantastic son. Rest In Peace." I looked around, but all I saw was the firefighters in there uniforms, a women I didn't know holding two children, two men in tuxes standing to the side, and next to me was the women who opened the door. I realized I was breathing hard and everyone in the room was staring at me. At that moment I turned around and ran upstairs.



It was a small house and it didn't take me long to notice what room was hers, mostly because it had her name carved into the door with colors all around it. I stood there, my breathing was almost as fast as my heart that had somehow jumped into my throat . I was shaking and I knew what I had to do. I put my bare hand on her cold door knob and slowly turned it.



As I walked into the room I saw her. She saw me and I saw right through her. She had scares on both arms and legs from blades I saw on her bed. Right there, on a chair, with a rope hanging from an exposed pipe like thing in the ceiling , that's where she stood. Tears hung from her chin as I clenched my fist. She was wearing nothing but a short skirt and a tank top. She was on the bigger side, her feet were dirty like she had been walking through the mud, I could see her stretch marks, and I still loved her. She just stood there with her hands shaking and finally pointed to a letter on the dresser behind me. I looked at it, then looked at her, and took letter. I read it out loud with a shaky voice and hands that could barley hold the damn thing, while every once in a while looking up at her.



It read: " Dear John,

I know all about your account. I know that you have been talking to me on the internet. I also know that you are my boss and your the one who gave me the raise when I first got to your company. I have kept the teddy bear you left by my locker the day my mother died four years ago. I have gotten everything you thought that you have been secretly sending me all these years, but I am sad to tell you that I can't live anymore. You have done more for me than anyone has ever thought to do for me. I thank you for everything and through all my tears I have always thought of you. Your everything to me and always will be. I love you.

Love forever,

Felixa"



I cried while I spit out the sad sap words "I love you too'. I slowly walked over to her still standing on the chair and repeated myself, "I love you too." She stood there as I looked at the floor. "I have always loved you John" she said to me in her sweet, soft voice. I looked up at her, her cheeks were soaked, her nose was red with the rest of her face, her lips quivered, and I took her hand and helped her off the chair. We stood embarrassed in the middle of her room and I whispered in her ear " I'll never leave you, I promise." She pooled away from me and mumbled, "what about everyone else?" I Looked at her in shock and simply said, "I only want you, for the rest of my life, and beyond."