Game Over

Chapter 1- The Memories

Chapter 1

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

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            I scrubbed and scrubbed my face, ignoring the pain. I scrubbed until my skin felt weak and sore. I wanted to scrub off every single little kiss that he planted on my face. My mascara ran down my face as more tears welled up my eyes.

            Trying to stand still, I balanced myself by putting both hands on the sink. I faced the mirror and looked at the reflection of the girl who was once happy. Even the mirror hated me, my brown wavy hair was tangled and looked like a rat’s nest and my dull grey eyes stared back at me. It wasn’t a very pleasant look.

            I bend down and splashed cold water all over my face. It felt good for a second as the cool water pierced through my skin, numbing all my senses.

            My phone went off again as a text message popped up on the screen. I didn’t want to read it, I wanted to throw my phone against the wall. But what I want never happens.

            The vibration of my phone shook the sink over and over again. Grabbing my phone, I slowly slid down with my back against the smooth bathroom wall. Not prepared for what I was about to read, I turned on my phone and scrolled down all the unread text messages.

            Oh great.

            They were all from Xavier. I mean I’m not even surprised that it’s him. He was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.

Babbbbyyyy I’m sorry

C’mon gimme one more chance, you know you want to

I didn’t even mean to, just chill damn it

Babe?

Hello?

            God, I’m so sick of him. He didn’t do anything? Is he kidding me this time? I trusted Xavier, no, I trusted both him and my best friend Em.

            People say that when you’re drunk, you can remember three things. And I clearly remember seeing Em and Xavier together in one of the bedrooms of the last party I went to. Turns out my boyfriend and best friend has been screwing and backstabbing me for the past five months.

            Yes I drink and yes I party.

            We really are the teenagers our parents warned us about huh?

            Haha, parents, what the hell was I even thinking?

            Yea, I may sound like some asshole, especially that I’m only a sophomore in high school. But when you’ve dealt with so much shit in your life, there really isn’t any way to escape. Sometimes, reaching for a bottle of whiskey or vodka kills down all the painful memories. It’s as if for that moment, just that little speck of time, that you’re happy.

            I like how when I drink, it burns through my throat. Not just my throat but my heart and head. Burning away all the pain and forgetting all the crap. I just had to see my best friend and boyfriend together huh?