paper planes

Alone ∞

editor: @bombings

edited: march 12, 2015

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Terrible things // Mayday

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Everything's a mess and I know it's my fault.

They came for me.....at least that's what I thought when I opened the door.

3 hours ago

It's been 2 days since my last nightmare. 

Dave has been helping me with little things like not being scared everytime I hear something.

Walking apparently helps to "clear my mind," and "get my mind off things," and also "relax."

Whenever I smoke it reminds me of Nick and Rae and how much they want me to change.

Maybe I just wasn't good enough for them.

I still wonder whether or not they ever gave up looking for me. Why? Was I really not worth waiting for? Did they feel the need to run away at the mention of my name?

I doubt it.

I was scared of being forced to be different. I want to be me. I have to be me.

I met this girl, Sam.

She's just like me.

We are both addicted to something.

Dave doesn't like her, maybe its because she smokes too.

Its funny how he hates smoking but still puts up with me. He must really consider himself as my friend.

I watch Dave when he does this around the house when I'm bored and there's nothing to do except smoke a few, but I know I shouldn't. But I want to, and so, so badly it hurts. 

This is everyday.

A knock on our front door echoed through the very empty house, and Dave hollered over to me to go and open it.

I opened it. My jaw went slack, a sudden pounding headache forming. Black dots soptted the edges of my vision until they were covering the entire area and everything was blurry. Why is it so hazy? I hate this. Why can't I control myself?

They were here.

Nick and Rae.

In their glory. In the very flesh. Why do they need to find me so badly?

The next thing I remember is blacking out, Harry's and Nick's yells and the look on Rae's face.

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and just so you know, this story is ending in 2 or 3 chapters