"um. okay." I say quietly, he's starting to scare me, is he going to hurt me? "I'll never hurt you again, I promise." he said as if he had heard my thoughts. "I think you should go now.." I say kinda wishing he'd stay. "I dont want to, because being here is just like being home." he said "Really?" I say accidentally letting out a chuckle "What's so funny?" He said and laughed quietly. Jesus, those eyes and that smile, his laugh, how did I not see this before? He was throwing rocks at you, idiot. He's messing with your mind, just kick him out, and go back to your "friend" the razor, or maybe you could actually k- "Heyheyhey, shh dont cry, why are you crying? Is it me? I was just trying to have fun bu-" I cut him off by running to the bathroom, tipping over a bottle of my anti-depressants that I never take. I have to find it, I need it, he's just playing me, but why was i crying i dont even like him, yet here he is, in my house. Then I hear the front door open and close.. did he leave? I hope so, now he can tell his friends about my "emoness" and all of my drugs and it can all be done and over with.
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To This New Year (C)
Teen FictionI don't own any of the characters, nor most of the pictures, btw the pictures will most likely have nothing to do with the chapter i just like them. this story is not true, if a name appears of somebody dead or alive that is by coincidence. Also I...
