11:11 \\ mgc [completed]

10:00

[music recommendation: the offspring]

"Please stop calling me," I said, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.

"You have to understand-"

"Ma'am, I said I'm sorry. That's all I can do, I don't know anything about your grandson anymore."

"Honey, please. Don't do this. Please tell me what happened! Why was he in jail? Why did you break up? You were such a lovely couple-"

I cut the phone. I switched it off.

I seemed to be doing it a lot lately.

Your nana thought it was my fault, although she didn't have the heart to say it out loud. Her words didn't make it hard to understand, though. She said you were crying, said you wouldn't open the door.

She was right; all the doors were closed.

x

m's pov

I cried. I didn't fucking care about what people thought. I never cared about what they had to say, but sometimes they got to me. Sometimes they really made me fuck up.

My parents thought I was some sort of juvenile, when the only illegal thing I ever did was smoke. I never drank, never stole, never partied. I was a normal teenager, until they came back and fucked it all up.

My nana was nice; she was lovely.

They fucked her up too.

They only thing worth living for anymore was you;

And I fucked you up.