bandaid.

02

the sky was a dark purple, blue color and the radio was quiet.

passing some of the run down buildings in this town feels like a fever dream. i never noticed how horrible this town was when i was with (ex's name). all i noticed was that he was the best thing in this town. i guess that doesnt mean much because this place Is a dump. and he isnt even the best thing in this town at that. theres a really cool donut place that makes the number one spot.

i dont really have to worry about it anymore. i dont have to worry about the creepy doorman starring at me when i walk into his building, i dont have to worry about the dogs barking at me from the fences next door, i dont have to worry about getting kidnapped just walking somewhere. and i dont have to worry about Him. all im worrying about as of now is what im going to eat tomorrow morning for breakfast.

taylor swifts on the radio and i nudge the volume up a little more. maya stares at me.

"you know this is the last time im doing this right?" she spit, her eyes on me and her usual sweetness was present although not in her tone.

"yeah, yeah," i said. i put my feet up criss cross and picked at my nails due to the uncomfortable confrontation that i knew was coming regardless.

"no, seriously Margo this isnt cool. stop fucking seeing him im like really tired of it. and worried," i looked at her and then at her hair, her tone changed. "listen, you can rant to me all you want like you always do, i dont mind it, really, but stop- please- going back to him." she looked at me for one second with pleading eyes with the same hint of sweetness there and then darted her eyes back onto the road.

"i-," i began to say and dug deeper into my fingernails "i dont, do it on purpose. i dont know. i dont even like him im just- i dont know. i dont plan on seeing him again though."

"well, good. thats a start." her eyes stayed on the dark path in front of us. "i know youll want to go back obviously because its you but, just call me before you do again. you know you can, right?"

"yeah i know." i started biting my nails. "i do know."

"good." she turned the music louder.

we got to her house in about an hour later and i jumped on her couch as soon as i entered her house.

maya was the nicest friend i had. she was like a mother to me, honestly. not in a weird way, she was just always there for me. or maybe i just rely on her too much. i really dont deserve her but i need her.

she has these dark brown eyes that make her look like a cartoon and her blonde hair is a certain yellowy blonde but not in an unfinished way, just a cool hue kind of way. the way she carried herself was something i always admired too. she walked with purpose and did things like she knew exactly what she was doing. maya was 25 so thats probably why. she also carried a purse but with like, important things in it. not like me. i walk like im confused on which foot i should use next and my purse is filled with chapstick, peach redbull cans and scattered money. i have a wallet but i just dont use it. maya definitely uses her wallet.

she walked over to her kitchen and looked in her cabinets. she reached for the little pickle flavored chip bags in there and threw one towards me.

"do you want a drink?" she asked.

"what do you have?" i asked.

"uhhhh," she opened her fridge. "lemonade, water, diet sprite,"

"hmmm lemonade please,"

she fixed the lemonade and put two glasses on the kitchen table for us.

"im gonna order a pizza im starving." she said opening her phone.

i sipped my drink and nodded. im still thinking about Him. and why. this always happens.

whenever i leave him for the first hour or so, im so happy i left and confident on my hatred for him. then i get sad, and i miss him, fully aware of how awful he is but i still miss him.

"do you want to tell me what happened tonight?" she asked holding her glass in her left hand.

"not really." i sipped. "i dunno, im just done so its fine," i sipped again.

"well," she stood up. "whenever youre ready, my ears are open." she walked over to her bathroom.

i couldnt tell her about me being scared hes going to kill me. i cant even convince myself thats what happened even though it was. if i even go near him again i might die so there is no going back.

i took my phone out of my pocket and checked it.

108
missed
calls
from
"💜"

513
texts
from
"💜"

my heart sank to my feet and i could feel my anxiety in my neck. i read the messages.

💜: if youre not back at my place in an hour im calling the fucking cops.
💜: do you really want to fucking try it with me tonight.
💜: i swear to fucking god margo if you dont fucking answer me now
💜: i love you
💜: fucking answer now

i dont bother reading the rest. the police calling threat doesnt scare me anymore. the last time he did he had the police come to my house saying i was trying to kill myself when thats not what i was doing and i was in a psych ward for three days. it was his only way of controlling me when i didnt want to he near him. whats he gonna do, call them again? i really do not care. im not even home. although it does make me anxious, im done.

i hit the block botton on his contact and delete his name. im calming myself down by drinking more lemonade and playing some water tank game on my phone i have solely for when im bored.

maya came out of the bathroom.

"so are we thinking marvel or horror tonight?" she said smiling.

"you pick!"

hi! second chapter is up!! let me know if you guys like margos character and where the storys heading. <333