somebody that i used to know (l.r.h)

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        "I didn't ruin your life," he mumbled. Then he got up and left. He just left. Exactly what I had told him to, but exactly what I didn't want him to do. I hated myself, but then again I hated him.

        (5 Years Ago)

        "Luke! Why is everyone saying that I cut? Don't you fucking dare tell me that you told someone!" I yelled at him when I stepped onto the bus right as school ended. I saw him slink down into the seat, a bit of blonde hair peeking up. I sat down next to him. "Did you tell anyone about what you saw me doing yesterday?" He was silent. "People are also saying that I'm a slut and that I'm in love with like five boys in the high school! And that I had sex with them! I'm only thirteen! Did you tell anyone anything, or just happen to decide to spread rumors about me?"

        "Can we talk about this when we get home?" he said, his voice cracking when he said 'home.' I nodded and then watched him stare out the window. If he had told anyone, I would vow to never forgive him.

        He had decided not to talk the whole ride home, and just ponder.

        The bus squeaked finally when it pulled up to our houses, standing right next to each other, but looking so different. He had a huge brick house, and I just had an old, shabby wooden house. It was a mystery how they ended up next to each other.

        He began to walk along the path leading to his backyard where there was an old swingset that we always sat on. Luke sat on one of the swings and it creaked.

        "So, do you have anything to say to me?" I asked while still standing.

        "Um... I'm sorry. There was this random guy who was threatening to punch me if I didn't tell him any secrets about you so... I told him, and then-"

        "What the actual fuck? I'm leaving, and don't expect me to come back out here for you, because as far as I'm concerned, we're not friends anymore. And there's one more thing I was planning to tell you later, but I guess I'll tell you now. I'm moving to New York. Now bye," I snapped while turning around and running. I hated that dick.

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        (Present)

        I look back on that day quite often, even thought it seems like absolutely nothing. People continued to make fun of me for what he had said. The only truthful thing he had told was the part about me cutting. I had reasons for it, and I still do it, and I have reasons, but I have no reason to share them with anyone.

        As if anyone would care.

        After having to survive the rest of that school year, I harmed myself even more.

        He fucked up my life. And I wished that he knew.