Not just another book

Chapter 5

You wouldn’t tell me what was wrong even if i begged all night. At least, that’s what you told me. Well that’s just great, i hope you have fun wallowing in your sad, shallow existence.

“If you wont tell me than i cant help you. So if you’d stop complaining to me I’d greatly appreciate it, thanks.”

You’ve been pissing me off. I don’t know how you could do this to me I’ve been nothing but faithful to you.Everything I’ve said I’ve meant to help but now I’m just fed up with you.

” I hear you, and I’ve tried to get the story out of you but you refuse to tell me. I mean why would you i am just a character in some stupid book. It’s not like I’m your friend or anything. Its not like i don’t have problems of my own!”

I’m screaming now. I’ve never been this angry, except for maybe the time when some little child drew all over my pages but I’d gotten that sorted out long ago…..

“You’re sad? You’re mourning? Over what! some guy that didn’t deserve to talk to you anyways? Well how sorry am i for you. You and your supposedly horrible life. That’s how you describe it right? Because its all i hear as you’re crying. You sobbing and moaning about how horrible your damn life is. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I’ve heard enough crying?! Did you ever think that maybe all i wanted was answers? because those are questions you really need to be asking yourself. Maybe, just maybe if you told me i would calm down.”

Honestly I’m on the verge of crying. You trust no one. When you should trust me. I mean seriously, who would i tell. I’M IN A BOOK FOR CHRISTS SAKE. I tell you everything. While you leave me in the dark and cry yourself to sleep.

” I told you not to talk to him and i warned you and i knew something was wrong when you were arguing  over the phone. But no. You kept talking to him because who cares about friends? who cares about advice? Who cares at all. I certainly don’t. I mean you never bothered to ask me how I’m feeling. I’m stuck in a book and i wish i wasn’t here, i wish i was in your story and its not like you have a good reason to mourn i have a reason to mourn i mean its not like your mom died-“

oh.

crap.

I didn’t want to tell you like this. I see now in rank of hypocrites i am one of the biggest offenders. I hid this from you. I hope it doesn’t hurt you….. No. I hope it does. I hope you feel like i do right now. I hope the impending grief spreads over you and sends chills down your spine.

“Could you stop crying? I’m not in the mood for rain.” Ha. Good one Demetri. I’m cruel when I’m angry but can you blame me? Lying breaks down ones friendship. Your credibility went down. I don’t trust you as much. 

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you can close the book. Maybe it’ll give you time to think over your choices.”

Hurt. I felt it. Waves upon waves of sorrow washed on and through me like i was a beach shore. I sunk to the floor and cried. My heart feels as if its shattered into a million pieces and honestly i couldn’t feel more broken.

“I said shut the book damn it! I don’t want to talk to you! Leave me alone!”