TWO DAYS AGO ( Callie's POV)
2 AM:
i'm wide awake trying my best to feel something than just my pain and suffering that my parents never even suspected.
I'm turning 16 in two weeks but I've come to the point where nothing even matters anymore, just four walls waiting for me to actually go insane.
It's funny how people complain about having no friends to their friends and there's me writing everything on a piece of notepad because i literally have no one to open up to. well, I used to have a best friend until i fucked it all up. I still remember what he was wearing when they first moved on my neighborhood, he was wearing a red spiderman shirt which used to be hella cool ten years ago, some brown jean shorts with his crocs sandals, and yes those things was so cool back then, his hair was almost as long as mines with those hazel brown eyes that would let girls melt. how he gave me the most amazing smile i've ever seen in my life. we got along really well and never spent a day without playing on their treehouse until he was rushed on the hospital because of me, it was suppose to be myself that would have been hit by that car, it was suppose to be me, it was suppose to be who would have a small memory gap, but no he always had my back every time, but all i did was left him hanging after all he's ever done for me, we were only 6 year old kids but at that time there was alot i've understood than toys and candies, all i knew was i ruined some boy's life and i still haven't forgiven myself till now and you know what's the worst part? I spend my entire day everyday thinking about him and he doesn't even know me, he doesn't remember me, he doesn't remember his Callie because of me.
I haven't done anything in my life other than write about him and i'm scared because i'm determine that this is gonna be the last. i'm really matt
