⚠️contains bad language, ED, self harm, toxic relationship, abuse⚠️
"He hates her."
"No he doesnt, not really. She just makes him feel things that he's claimed doesn't exist."
A Mattheo Riddle love story.
| ENEMIES TO LOVERS |
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Love
I've never really liked the word love, it sounds so easy and just so simple. Love is never as easy as it seems
I've never really loved, like real love.
I get up from my bed, yawning as I do so.
I go to my bathroom and look into the mirror, rolling my eyes at myself. I look stupid. My hair is all messy and I'm pale like a ghost.
I brush my teeth and wash my face, hoping someday it'll wash the freckles away.
I untangle my hair and put a tie around it, making a messy low bun, I put on mascara to kind off blend out the dark circles under my eyes.
I look tired as fuck,
Stupid girl
I touch my neck and collarbones, I feel stupid.
What an annoying word,
Stupid Stupid Stupid
I walk out of the bathroom, taking the negative thoughts with me.
I walk to the chair next to my closet, the rest of my clothes already packed in my suitcase. I take off the baggy shirt I was wearing and put on a black hoodie, my socks and lastly some sweats.
Then I hear my mom shouting from down stairs, "Autumn come on, we don't have all day!" I sigh and look around one last time before leaving my room
As I sit down at the table my mom enters the dining room with a plate and cup in her hands, "what are you wearing?" She asks not in the asking kind off tone. "Clothes?"
She puts down the plate and glass, toast with butter and water. I already feel guilty and I haven't even eaten anything yet. "Don't have that attitude, this is just- well- bad for our family name Autumn. You can't be seen in those clothes!" She states as I drink my water.
"Where's dad?" I ask her ignoring what she said, "already at work." My heart just lightened so much in that second right there.
I hate him,
Hate Hate Hate
He has hurt me in the worst possible ways, the absolute worst.
He is a fucked up person and has broken me, in many ways. I just can't believe how someone can be so awful.
"It's time to go, get your stuff." My mom says numbly, taking me out of my thoughts.
I look at the full plate in front of me and smile, no guilt.
Only water.
I get up and run up stairs, getting everything that I'll need with me.
