The Deviants

The celebration

"You may now kiss the bride."

Applause and cheers boomed throughout the wedding venue. Smiles were plastered on everyone's faces even mine.

Although she is a bitch at least she can enjoy something nice while it lasts.

No one warns you that love doesn't last forever. It is a mere blimp in the long scheme of things.

But at least we can dress up and pretend that this won't end in divorce. I could never tie myself to her for the rest of my life.

As they untangled from each other's embrace the made their way down the isle.

Amelia's dress looked absolutely stunning as expected it was an off white with a lengthy trail that swayed when she walked, and sparkled in the light.

Even though I would like to say I'm just kidding, or I'm happy for her, but as selfish as it sounds I'm not.

How could someone who is such an exhausting person get what I desire most.

But who am I to say that, Just because she is not my favorite person doesn't mean she isn't someone else's.

I guess we all deserve love.

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"You look absolutely stunning!" Aunt Megan squealed as she pulled me into the tightest hug ever.

"I did good with this one." She aid as she pulled back and examined the gown. I slid my hands down the flowing green material and drew in a breath.

"Thank God we did the last minute measurements this thing fits you like a glove!" She cheered.

"Yes, thank you so much for getting me in so late." I replied in a dry tone.

I may seem like a bitch, but with the heels digging into my feet I can't manage small talk.

I also would rather shoot my self in the head then have to face all of my family after everything that happened.

I could tell Aunt Megan was concerned for me, I could feel her eyes drilling into me.

"You ok?" she voiced in a weary tone. I sigh and close my eyes for a moment to ease the bubling emotions I feel in my gut.

I felt like I was getting ready to boil over and be overtaken by the endless stream of my emotions.

"Why is that all that anyone can ask me?" I gritted out.

It's like every person brave enough to face me is on a constant loop of the same questions. They aren't interested in the answer it just helps them feel like a better person.

"I would rather everyone hate me than pity me like I'm some psychopath that went off the rails." I said as I blew out a breath.

I may be a little crazy but isn't everyone.

I'm a normal amount of crazy, I just got dealt a shitty hand.

A real shitty hand.

"I don't pity you and I don't think any one hates you either."

She out a knowing chuckle to lighten the mood.

That she got wrong, many people hate me. They hate me so much that they couldn't stand to be near me anymore.

I miss my family and not my blood related family. The family that took me in and treated me as if i was one of their own.

And I was, that is until I ruined it all and in the process got two people killed. I drew a wedge between them all and I hate myself for it everyday.