𝖘𝖙 & 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

y/n

❝melanie martinez blurb❞

warnings: swearing
word count: 603
version: loose interpretation or by the lyrics

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the black mascara tears had left their trail down your face, making an even bigger mess as you wiped at them harshly. the pastel ribbons and other assorted decorations had weakly and slowly fell to the floor in due time.

not even your (guardian) bothered to stay home. to comfort you, to accompany you. no one had showed up. you didn't favor birthdays, you never felt like you had to make a big deal of it, it was just another day. yet this year, the party had convinced you to throw a party for yourself, promising to attend. you had looked at the clock over and over again, each second ticking by irritatingly. this was their idea and they didn't even show up. when you got into detail with your thoughts you took notice of how secretive they had been lately. ditching you, making fault excuses for the all the other times they promised to hang out with you and didn't show up.

you looked down at the outfit you had picked out days in advance. the outfit you were excited to wear for so long, in simple anticipation for today to be a good day. lately, your days had been a groggy blur. each day came and went the same way- there was no excitement- no difference. this one day was your hope of a different routine, just for a smile to pass your face again and feel special even if it were for a moment.

the warm tears only streamed down your face more as you thought about the situation in depth. kicking away the balloons at your feet, which the ribbons had wrapped around you went around- ripping down any other decorations that dared to stay up. soon your eyes were blurry, to full of tears to see anything else as you hastily sat down at the table. the table that you had set your cake on, the cake that had the candles neatly arranged on top.

you quickly took the lighter in your hand, lighting each and every one. a heavy sob seemed to leave your lips as you gasped for breath with each candle you lit. you finally lit the last one, the warm heat radiating from the array of candles. it seemed childish when you looked back at it, but you were truly out of it- nothing left to feel but sadness & anger.

your birthday wish had been: i wish i had better fucking friends.

it was at that moment that you realized you had thrown yourself a grade A, pity party. but what were you left to do? everyone you cared about ditched you on your special day. didn't page you, didn't leave a call, nothing. you indulged in the sweet taste of the cake as you took aggressive bites through salty tears. the pink frosting of the once beautiful cake had fallen all over the table, gotten all over the fork, smeared all over your hands as you cried so hard your body gave up and your head fell forward on the table. all you could think about was how you were forgetting for the umpteenth time without fail.

worst part about it all? when you had confronted mike the week after, nervous jitters running through your veins as you tried to just get a simple answer as to why no one showed up. you didn't care if it was mean, the damage had already been done, all you wanted was the truth. what did you get?

"we were busy."