loner. calum hood. ✔️

twelve.

twelve.

"you invited me," he whispered, he was intimidated by her confidence and he wanted to get up and run away. run all the way home and hide away from this embarrassing moment. but he couldn't because she was sitting on his lip, one leg either side of his body.

"you must of been mistaken," she hissed, "why on earth would i invite a freaky weirdo who doesn't talk, cries in the toilets, wears pyjamas to school and has absolutely no friends to my party? you're just a depressed little loner who doesn't deserve anything in life. this act of yours is so pathetic. who cares that all your family is dead? you're just a little orphan boy. maybe instead of killing your entire family your silly little girlfriend should have killed you. at least that way no one would have been missed right?"

calums lip quivered and he shut his eyes, trying to block out her words. how did he think he loved this monster? but maybe he loved her honesty. because she was right, he was just a freak, and he was depressed, and he was just an orphan. maybe he should have been the one to pick up his family that night instead of asking his friend too, because maybe then everyone would be alive. maybe then the car wouldn't have been hit by a train. maybe he wouldn't have to live with the never-ending pain. no one would care if he disappeared. he didn't matter to anyone. he was just another person who didn't have a purpose on this goddamn planet. he was a freak. he was an orphan. he was a loner.