I'm Yours

Bad times

TW:
- mentions suicidal thoughts

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2 weeks later:

Flynn's POV:

School has been difficult. I've been struggling to hand in assignments on time, and have rarely had any energy to study since I've usually been heading to sleep as soon as I get home.

The sleep helps me to forget about all the shit I have to face in real life, and let me life in fantasy for a bit while longer.

My head has been clouded with more unnecessary shit lately. It feels like I'm trapped in motionless water with no way of escaping. No way out of this suffocating mindset.

"Hey Flynn!" Exclaims a high pitched voice.

I turn my head back to see Nicole. I haven't talked to her in months, and I hope to keep it that way because she is not a kind person.

I used to mess around with her last year, but stopped when she wanted to gain a relationship with me. That pissed her off, so she began to spout out how broken, and rude I was. She told me that no one would ever truly love me since I have never experienced love myself.

Nicole was in my house once when a fight broke out between my mother and I. My mom told her almost everything about my past and how she should still find it in her heart to like me even though I am fucked in the head.

After that incident with my mother telling most of my personal information to that wrench, I was on the brink of just killing myself through overdose. The pills were right there, and all I had to do was swallow a handful of them.

"Hey I'm talking to you," she states, quickly running up behind me and grabbing ahold of my shoulder.

"Don't touch me," I mutter, dropping my shoulder.

"Okay. Don't need to be so dramatic," she laughs. It was a wretched sound. "I just wanted to check up on you. I heard you're dating Willow. Is she as easy as others say she is?"

What?!

"Pardon me? Don't fucking talk about my girl like that," I say, glaring at her.

Who the fuck does she think calling Willow 'easy'? Willow is far from that. She's complex, with many layers that I want to unravel until I know everything about her. Fucking easy? What a ridiculous fucking statement.

"She's not really your girl when she's messed with almost every guy in the school," she says slyly. "She's a whore. Looks and acts like one."

My jaw clenches, and I am moments away from breaking all the morals I have. Nicole better shut the fuck up before I do something crazy.

"Nicole, it's crazy how you're calling Willow a whore when you are the sluttiest bitch I've ever met. You threw yourself at me when I wasn't even looking for a fuck. You're desperate and it's honestly embarrassing. What person continues to fuck someone who they can't even make cum." I mock.

Her face drops. Her mouth snaps shut, and she begins to walk backwards. How dare she think she has the right to act hurt right now after all the shit she just said about Willow.

"That's just mean," she says quietly.

"The truth hurts," I say, looking at her with pure disgust. How can she call Willow a whore when she's the one that will do anything for male attention.

I don't even give her a second glance, and walk away. I was fuming, and I can't even wrap my head around how hypocritical she was being. However a small voice at the back of my head kept telling me that there was some truth to what she was saying.