Him // Matthew Espinosa

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I woke up to a terrible rain. I grabbed a hoodie and opened the porch. On the other side of the wall I heard singing.

" I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself,

I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own"

I clapped. The person stopped playing. "That was deep and I can relate." I smiled.
"Well yeah, it's a personal experience you know." I nodded and walked away And just kept thinking of the song.

I walked downstairs. "Hey honey, I have to ask you something." I looked at my mom and asked her what exactly.
"Um, so four of your friends have been calling and one of them said that you were really hurting and that you left so what is exactly going on." She asked.

I told her how bad I feel and the pills and Chloe and everything. She looked at me and smiled "You don't know how great it is to see you like this." I looked at her like what?! "How you are in so much pain yet you still manage to smile." She finished I hugged her. "Alright mom I'm head home." I smiled. She nodded letting me use her car and waved goodbye.

On the way I was on Spotify and I didn't know what the song was because I was driving. The lyrics sounded familiar. " I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself,
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches

Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own

Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I'm tripping over myself,
I'm aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches"

I stopped almost flying out and I checked the singer. SHAWN MENDES! I screamed. Wait Shawn my old friend Shawn. What! I saved all his songs and continued home.

20 minutes later I got home.

I got plenty of messages because my own internet was slow and when I get home my WiFi automatically connected. I opened the door slowly. I saw Alexa and Alex on the couch with dried tears on their face. Something must have happened. I walked up stairs and I saw Matthew crying in his sleep on my bed. I walked to him and I touched him. He didn't look at me it was like I wasn't there. I walked to the porch and chloe had gino in her hands.

I opened the door and I automatically looked at him. "You are such a fucking dick. You were just being all lovey dovey with me and now your with her. You are such a fucking dick." He didn't even notice I was screaming. I walked in front of her and he was crying in her hands. I looked at him and Chloe muttered. "Hopefully shes okay." I asked what was going on but nobody responded. I walked back in and to Blake's room.

I've never been inside Blake's room and for the first time I have. I cried as soon as I got in. All the posters he'd brag about were in his closest. All the things up in his room were pictures of me and him growing up. The poster I made him when we were close with all our soccer game pictures and football games. He was standing and looking at something on his phone while crying. I never seen him cry. I walked near him and I check his phone.

No this can't be happening. I walked back and I fell. I cried. How is this going on...

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A/n so that the chapter I guess it's a cliff hanger but I gave detail that you'll all probably figure out bye loves.