The Guy Next Door

~Chapter Five~

Me and Nick have broken up. It has been about a week. In that week, all I've ever done is eat, sleep, and watch Netflix. I was heartbroken. It was terrible to know it ended in such a bad way. I knew I should have still hated him. I shouldn't have gave into him.

I looked out of my window. It was ironic that Nick was also looking out the window. As soon as he saw me, he went back in his house. I knew he was mad at me. I don't care what he says, he hates me.

I thought that I needed to turn on the radio and listen to music. One of Nick's songs was on. It was 'Jealous'. It was painful to listen to the song because it reminded me of when we met.

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"Ever heard of a song called 'Jealous'?" Nick said. "Nope. Can you pick my stuff up yet?" I was getting angry. I came to move, not to talk. "Well, sorry." He picked up my stuff.

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I see it differently from how it really happens.. I see me loving him... And he doesn't cheat on me. We would still be together at this very moment.. But no. I had to hate him. Then, I had to fall for him. So he played with my emotions and cheated on me. Ugh. Thinking of it made me wanna cry. I touched my face to find out I actually was crying.

I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and saw Nick running away. I looked down, and saw a note.

It said: "Hey, I just wanted to tell you, no matter what you think, I hate you. You should just go out of state or something. Nobody here likes you. Why did you even move here? I bet you up in heaven, Josh has a girlfriend, and he forgets all about you. I bet he's happy that he is dead. Now he doesn't have to deal with you. As I said before, nobody likes you. You have no friends. Why don't you just die? And you know that song 'Jealous'? Yeah, I wrote it for you..."

I stopped reading and started to cry. He was so mean! But he wrote a song for me!? I was going to continue reading.

"...No. I'm just kidding. Why would I write a song for you!? LOL. I wrote it for that girl. I talked to her at the time i wrote it. Ha, I got your hopes up, didnt I? I'm so sorry. NOT!! I could care less about you or anything that you do. Haha. Bye Felicia!"

That was the worst thing I have ever received or even read in my life. At this point, I was bawling. I was done. With everything. I couldn't believe that Nick had wrote that and actually put in on my doorstep.

I looked out my window and saw a moving truck. Nick was moving out and forgetting all about me. I was going to go out and apologize again, but I was too late...  He had already put his last box in the truck and got in. The truck drove and drove until it was out of sight.

I went to the kitchen. I don't know why, but I had rope in there. I took it with me. I stood on a ladder, and tied the rope onto the fan. At the bottom of the rope, I tied a circle. I took a gun, just in case this got too painful. I stood on my coffee table, knowing what I was about to do... I put my head in the circular rope. I tied it tight.

What was I doing!? I couldn't breathe! I tried to yell help, but no words came out. I was comitting scuicide, and nobody would know I changed my mind in the middle of it.

I was trying to gasp for breaths... But I couldn't. The world was getting darker.. And darker... And darker. I tried to take one last breath, and everything turned black.