Leola deserves her own box. Leola wants to tell you what happened to her and how she feels about it all.
Hello, Im Leola-Violet. I get called ‘Luv’ a lot, it’s sort of a nickname. But one I never planned nor want. Anyway, I wanted to tell someone about what happened, with Bella and Mortimer and about how everyone in their own way is responsible. But, mainly me. My mum told me that this is where she tells everyone about what is going on in her life.
So, this week, I grew up to a teenager. It was scary at first, thinking about it. You see, I know that I only have so much time left in my life and once I’m a teen, nearly the best half is over. I was really close to a guy named Mick, however, when I grew up, to a teenager that is, we grew apart, awfully quick. He then became very close to Lucie-Anne, and seeing him with her began to brake me.
I wanted nothing more thank love, and love is what I wanted to find. I had been becoming close to this boy called Mortimer. Funny name, I know, but he was so kind and sweet. He invited me over to his house and I met his parents, they were lovely but dressed a little odd. I went back to mine that night and realised that I really liked this guy. I then invited him to mine and he ended up staying the night at mine and we talked and read books and did things that I LOVE doing. We have so much in common. But, just when he went to make a move, he pulled back. He told me that he was married. That he was married to a most remarkable person named Bella, only they had grown apart after an incident.
He had woken up married to a woman that he couldn’t remember and was told that he had gone through magic and trickery and his whole family had been made a year younger than they actually were. Bell, Mortimer and Mortimers’ parents were all made a year younger. They do not know what caused it. Mortimer was told that he loved this girl, that she was his life and that he could never love another because what they had was strong and that a bond that big can not be broken. He was told he had children who had not been affected and were still adults. Mortimer refused to meet them and Bella and him grew apart. They didn’t want to see each other any more and the two families began mourning for the loss of the relationship.
When he told me this, I didn’t know what to say. I had fallen in love with him, and him with me. But he couldn’t be with me. It hurt me so much. I took up the guitar and started playing outside the theatre to earn tips. I was going to suggest moving to a new house, the two of us. We could put the incident behind us and move on as a couple. But then the worst thing happened. Bella died. It was unexpected and extremely unwanted. Why did I say I was responsible? Because Bella had been trying to reach out to Mortimer and her children and because he’d been spending time with me, he hadn’t been answering his phone. No body knew, and now her children are mourning, Mortimer is mourning, as is the whole town.
I was stupid and invited him down to the beach, I was going to console him and cheer him up. But he said he couldn’t be near me when this was going on, he felt that if he hadn’t been with me, he would have noticed and could have stopped her.
Bella took her own life. Bella Bachelor died because of me. Not me alone, there was the incident. Holly, my mother, changed her parents a younger state and changed the way they looked because they didn’t like Joleen being a lesbian. Abbie changed what Bella looked like because she was winding her up. So altogether, it was my families fault that this young girl took her life.
I have never felt so bad about anything and will live forever with the guilt.