Give Me Love

Chapter 1

HELLLLOOOOOO. *Marcus Butler voice* So my friend Michaela wrote most of this first part. It was a short story she wrote but she gave me permission to post it and MAYBE turn into a fan fic. depends how many reads and if anyone likes it!! Please also follow @michaela1998 and tell me what you think! Love you bbys! <3

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All I want is love. I've hit rock bottom and I just need someone to care about me. Feeling like your alone is horrible. I would drink away the pin, the burning alcohol taking over the pain; more like numbing it. Taking in too much of the poison, I would go on drunken rampages, screaming and yelling at nothing and no one. It was how I let out my feelings. We've known each other since we were children, we'd play hide-in-seek together. How I wish our purity and innocence was still there. Life would be so much easier. I want her in my arms, to tell me everything will be alright, and to taste the comfort your lips provide me. Everyday, I would go sit in a corner, my head in my hands and think about how you don't love me." Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me." I thought. Without realizing it, I slowly begun slipping into depression. I wouldn't go out. I would barely eat. Cant sleep. Calling her just wasn't an option. That's why I feel the way I do in the first place. For weeks and weeks, I would call, text, email. No answer from her. After about 2 months I get a text, 'I'm sorry but we're over.'  Broken. My heart had shattered into a million pieces. No explanation as to why. The only reason I would leave was for occasionally food and of course, more alcohol. Liquor, Rum, Scotch, Beer. Anything to numb my pain. At first it felt great, not being able to think about heartache. But soon my body caught up with all the alcohol. Getting violently sick. Soon after sobs would wreck my body, tears falling like Niagara Falls- never ending. I would cry for hours, her beautiful face often popping into my mind. Soft, long brown hair. Clear blue eyes. That laugh made my heart skip a beat. A smile that sent my heart aglow in seconds. Her body, perfect to me, though she'd always try to find something wrong. But everything about her was flawless.

Today, after 7 weeks of torture, I decided I've had enough. I quickly stripped down and stepped into the warm hot shower. I grabbed the soap and cleansed my body. Not only of the dirt, but of everything. Every guilty thought, all the countless tears I've shed. The numerous shattered bottles of alcohol thrown at the wall and consumed. And of one thought. "Why don't you love me?" My new thought is, 'I will make you love me.' I hopped out of the shower and dried off. Slipping on some boxers and examining myself in the mirror. Pale skin, messy red hair, teal/ blue eyes. I sighed while putting on the rest of my clothes, grabbing some real food, then headed to her apartment. Knocking on the door, an older lady answered. "May I help you young man?" she had a slight Scottish accent. "Um- is Em Cox here?" "Oh you mean the young brunette girl? She moved out about 2 or so months ago. Her father said she was going to attend a university in Bristol." What. My heart dropped.