Ollie's pov
Once Mason was gone I asked to leave. I jogged all the way towards the forest a little bit away from the farm house. Wait, I just remembered something...I have no where to live anymore, great. I passed the arc and started to walk the trail. Ali would take me on this trail to calm me down if my eating problems were getting me worked up. I walked for who knows how long till I fell. I just gave up and fell on my knee. I just losted my best friend and the one I loved. They were the glue that kept me from breaking... and now... I felt myself shatter.
They were too good for you anyways.
You are just a fat whore, you know it.
Why do you even try? You know I'll win. I'm your only friend.
No, I want to get better. I want to get better for-
For Mason and Ali?
Well guess what cupcake, they're gone.
They most likely didn't even like you anyways, who would, look at you.
You were just a burden. Who would want to hear you talk about your problems anyways?
But, Mason... I love him, I thought he loved me too.
Loved you? Who could ever do that? Your not even human, your just a freak.
You most likely made Mason's problems worst. He has real problems, unlike you selfish fat blob.
No... don't say it.
You made his problems worst. You were the one that made him have the breakdown. Its because of you that Ali is dead.
You are right. I should be dead not Ali. I'm sick of life, I failed it, like everything else I do. I'm just a failure.
I felt sick, I grabbed my stomach-
You grabbed your fat.
Yes, I grabbed my fat. I didn't feel good. I started to throw up. I didn't stop till I knew there was nothing left in my stomach.
That's it.
I don't want to play anymore.
Someone take a turn.
Game over.
Don't worry I'll be there for you, I'm your only true friend.
YOU ARE READING
Disordered
Romance"No, the normal me blocks it out and let's the madness out." "There's the poet of the Mason I knew," she smiled I didn't return it.
