Chapter 11
••May 5, 2013
its been 24 hours. Jeff is probably not coming back and my life is probably not worth living. I really do wish I stayed in that tub and died. No one like me deserves to live. Just like Jeff said, humans are disgusting creatures. The girl is clueless and hopeless. Nothing matters.
My heart hurts and so do my eyes, I wish I could stop crying over him. I dont even know why I try anymore. Its not worth it anymore. I wish Jeff would just kill me.
kill me already.
Fucking do it.••
Fuck today.
Fuck everything.
Fuck Jeff.
Fuck Brittany.
Fuck Smile.
Fuck school.
Fuck my family.
Fuck my life.
Im sleeping all day today
••May 6, 2013
Happy birthday to me. I woke up to a few texts that put me in a better mood. Lets see how school goes with a long sleeve shirt and pants....
So i just got home and I've realized that I have about as much importance on this planet as a shit covered shoe.
im just done. Hand me a gun, I'll do it. I swear I will.
Im so sick and tired of this that im literally sick and tired.
im never leaving my bed. Its the only thing that matters.••
I ran upstairs and took off the pants and shirt to exchange for something more comfortable. I laid on the bed thinking of this awful fucking birthday. Its like someone saying ," Happy 15th Birthday, Go fuck yourself."
I stare at the ceiling and hear the door downstairs slam open. I hope its some robber that will kill me.
Oh joy.
Its Jeff.
He bursts in and sits on the bed and puts his hands on my face, grabbing me gently
"I can't concentrate on anything. your thoughts just dont stop. You're driving me insane."
"How ironic." I lightly reply
He lays next to me on the bed like yesterday. Fuck it. I'll accept it. He isnt leaving any time soon anyway.
He got up. He stood at the side of my bed and just stared.
Fucking wierdo.
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Jeff's POV
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How the hell do human girls work?
I complimented her, I told her to stop cutting herself, and I didnt kill her yet. What the hell does she want from me? Im only a man. Im not a miracle worker.
Maybe I should have killed her . Maybe I should have.... Wait, how can i think that? Just a few nights ago, i couldnt get enough of her.
I need advice. Maybe I should ask Brittany for help.
She seems to be the only damn person that understands this human Wreck.
I stood there examinating her. She was still wrapped in that gauze. I know she was cutting herself, but how back could it have gotten. Humans are afraid of pain.
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