Hot but Crazy┃✎

one

Song for chapter: Heartless by Kanye West

one year ago:

I looked in him. 

He looked at me. 

And I jumped.

He looked at me with fear. 

Why is he not jump? Does he not want to? Is he now scared? It's just a plane. 

And that's how I lost my boyfriend. Again. I knew when we both got to the ground he was going to go off at me. 

Shit. 

All of them leave at some point. So I am not even surprised.

I was half away from the plane and the ground. 

I was close enough so I let my parachute out. The air was cool and warm at the same time. I needed to do skydiving more. It's super fun. 

For must people. 

I saw the plane started flying back to the ground with my boyfriend still in it. 

I landed on the ground safely a couple minutes later. I saw the plane also land. 

And shit. 

I saw my boyfriend come out. He looked embarrassed and mad at the same time. 

"What the hell? Why did you not jump?" I said crossing my arms. 

"I was not gonna do that shit."

"Clearly". 

"Macy-" he started. 

"No just stop, I know what your going to say" I said looking sad now. 

"God- then what was I gonna say?!" He started raising his voice. 

"Macy, I can't do this anymore. You to crazy and wild for me. I thought you were gonna be a good girlfriend because your hot! But you thought wrong because my personality and energy is just not your type." I took a pause and then continued. "Was that what you were gonna say?" 

He looked shocked. 

"I'm sorry Macy". He said. 

"Yeah yeah, whatever.." 

"Whatever? Whatever?! I mean I like crazy girls but I hate when you act crazy." He then said. 

He then grabbed my arm. 

"Let me go!" I said. 

"Macy! Is whatever all I met to you?" He then said. 

"No, I love you. But thanks to you and all the other shitheads I have dated, I'm done. Just done" I then left. 

But I could not leave without doing something crazy. 

So as I was leaving I then turned around back at him. 

"Hey, wait"

He turned around and starting running up to him. 

I slammed my lips with his. 

He seemed very shocked but then relaxed. 

Then I pulled away and said, "Haha, shithead your never gonna get that again." 

I started walking away and flipped him off. 

I hated that I did that. 

Why? 

Because I loved him. 

And he looked hurt. 

(...)

Back at home I went up to my room. 

I looked at my perfect body. 

I wanted to hate it. 

I starting breaking down. 

Why? Why did he have to leave me? Jackson why? 

I went to my kitchen. 

I open the knife drawer. 

Why. 

Why. 

Macy why. 

I picked one up. 

I put it against my wrist. 

And then, 

Cut,

Cut,

Cut.

Three slits on my wrist. 

I dropped the knife and fell on the cold floor. 

Laughing and crying at the same time.