Empty.

Chapter 1.

It was a warm sunny day. but where was I? in my room.. listening to music and trying to talk my self out of suicide for the 20th time.
  
  everyone else was probably out hanging with their friends. but I wasn't. mostly, because I have none. but who cares?
 
   I'm single now.. and don't have a boyfriend who my world use to revolve around. but he ended up being the biggest jerk I've ever met.
 
    his name was Tyler. Tyler Stanley. and I thought he was the one. I was so in love.. well at first.

  we met through a close friend and started talking. we clicked. we had so much in common. and he, like most guys made me feel beautiful.

  we hung out. we were both so open with each other. he came to church with me. he loved me. or so I thought.

  after about 5 months.. I had, had enough. we argued.. like most couples. but it got worse. every day was an argument. and everything was always my fault. If a guy talked to me, I was automatically a whore and was going to sleep with him. but if he talked to a girl and I said anything about him.. I was the one getting cussed out.

  I was so scared of him. he was aggressive and mean. if he was mad enough, he would have hit me. but I got out soon enough.

  we broke up the day after 9 months. and we stilled talked. we tried to be friends. but it just hurt me.

  a guy that I had dated way before Tyler came around trying to get pictures out of me. I was grounded because my mom found out about me venting to people about my problems and that bothered her. well before she took my phone, I told her about Spencer (the guy trying to get pictures out of me).

  my mom of course saw. and Tyler had called my phone to check on me because I wasn't texting back. And my mom answered. they talked about it. the next day after school, Tyler showed up at my house with chicken nuggets and a peanut butter milkshake.. my favorites. we went to get my mom something and he grabbed my hand and told me he loved me. I, of course said it back. he stayed with me till 10 that night. And he held me, played with my hair. but I couldn't get back with him. he was too mean. he kept wanting to work things out.. and i kept saying I wasn't ready. and I wasn't.

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               Author's Note
let me know what you think.. if I should keep writing or no. ^_^