*** Author’s Note: This story is semi-fictional. Basically, the ‘happy’ parts are the ones I made up. It’s how I wish my life could be. The names are real, though. This is my first time writing this kind of story, feedback is much appreciated. I’ll write more if I get good feedback. Although this instalment doesn’t contain any sexual material, that may change in following instalments.
The title is Italian for resuscitation/reanimation. The metaphor should become obvious, but it’s Italian… cause… well, because I find it an extremely romantic language. And that’s a good enough reason. ***

Rianimazione

Chapter 1

I sighed, as I slumped back into my chair.

It’s the same thing every day; I go to school, go to class, walk home, and spend the night in my basement, until I can gather the energy to drag myself back to bed. And then, I lie there, and ponder why my life is so fucking lame.

Sure, it’s great to wallow in self-pity every once in a while, but before long even that gets boring.

All my life, short though it’s been, I’ve just wanted someone to love, someone to hold, who feels the same as I do. I’ve deprived myself of so much in search of this simplicity, but so far, it’s been fruitless. I hadn’t even had a date until this year, and it turned out that relationship was pretty much a lie.

A month or so after my 16th birthday, I had had enough. I tried to end it all, suicide. It seemed like the only option, I couldn’t stand the world any more. My attempt failed, but it looked like through it I finally did find the person I had been looking for.

I had ‘known’ Rachel for a while, she had been in my class for 3 years, but we went to different high schools.