Dreading
Dear Liam,
I understand if you hate me. I hate me too.
We never really talked except for that night at your house. I never really saw you as anything more than one of them.
You proved me wrong.
Your not like them because if you were I wouldn't have spent three days in the hallways of a hospital crying.
If you were I wouldn't feel as guilty as I do feel now.
You know me. You're a part of me.
Somehow, during those days of you following me around I started thinking it was almost sweet.
You said I drew you to me. I didn't mean to. I really wish I didn't.
I've hurt you. I've pushed you away but you have to understand that I'm not used to people caring like you do.
I thought you were using me.
I'm stupid.
I'm insane.
But I'm sorry.
I'm dreading seeing you now. Seeing your face as you look at me and remember what I've written now. I'm dreading apologising to you in person. I'm dreading having to speak to you again because I know that even though you might forgive me you'll never forget what you almost did and that hurts.
Don't forgive me. Be mad at me. Hate me like all the rest.
Please.
That way I'll know you're okay and that you won't waste anymore time on me because I'm worthless and don't deserve you.
Because I'm going nowhere in life.
Because I'm pathetic and I should be dead.
But you should be alive. You need to be alive.
Please, please, don't EVER try to kill yourself again.
Not for me. Not even for yourself. For your mom.
I wish I had someone like her in my life.
She really loves you and is amazing and makes the best tea and finger sandwiches I've ever had.
Yours truly,
Hunter Chatter.
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