How could Chase do this to me? I keep asking myself that question repeatedly as I sromo my way home.
As I slam the door I hear soft voice say, "What's your problem?"
I look up. It was Chase. I was just so angry with him I had to come out and say it.
"You." I splat at him.
He burrowed his eyebrows I'm confusion. "What. Why?"
"You made posters about my self harm how could you? And you sent those awful notes and I started to cut because of those! And mostly you and Sabrina. You had no time for me! For us!"
I stood there with tears streaming down my face. I'm angry but upset at the same time right now.
He stood there for a moment in silence.
"Bree. I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You're sorry? That's it?! How could you do this? The signs. The notes. The ignoring.?"
"First, I'm sorry. Second, I only did the signs because I thought it woudl help you realize that there is always helps and self harm isn't the way to go. But Bree. What texts are you talking about? I never sent you any notes."
I stand there with a blank look on my face. "You didnt send those notes?"
He shook his head, 'no'.
"Oh. Okay never mind." I turned around to go upstairs to my room but I felt Chase put his warm comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Bree. I'm here for you. Always."
Chase pulled me into a hug and we laid on the couch for hours until we both fell asleep in each other arms. Just like on the roof. This keeps happening to us. And I love it.
All of my thoughts slipped out of my mind. All but one.
Who gave me those notes?
Author's note.
Who do you think gave Bree those notes?
