Oblivion // h.s

I N D E C I S I V E

H A R R Y

"You're the literal definition of a slob. What the fuck Harold?" Louis walks into my room stepping over the large piles of clothes. "Why are you all cooped in your room? You've been like this for days." He sits at the end of my bed.

"Can you get out?" I say harshly from peaking out of the duvet. Everything is crumbling apart. Ever since that night I've hated myself even more. I can't be around the people I love because I'm only breaking them. Look at Kiara, I practically broke her heart. If there was an award for The Asshole of the Year, I'd be the one getting it.

"No. Dude what the hell? What is your problem? I know what happened. I went to visit Kiara." He says sternly. "Oh God, please get out." I start to feel embarrassed and rush my hands to cover my face. "No, dude fuck you. How could you do that? Shes not even the same anymore. She doesn't laugh and she hardly talks, she hardly even eats." He yells at me. Louis starts to get frustrated and pulls the duvet off of me.

"You broke this girl's heart Harold!" He yells. I become extremely angry, though I try to keep it hidden so I don't say something I'll regret. Him calling me Harold hit me, only she can do that. He's not her so he has no right. "Don't ever fucking call me that." I growl. "And don't you think I fucking know that?" I say in a duh expression. "Usually I'd back you up, not this time though. You done really fucked up. Instead of feeling so fucking sorry go do something. How could you end something so beautiful?" He looks at me in disbelief and differently. He doesn't have that playful vibe or the older brother that I grew to adore.

I'm the bad guy yet again. "Fucking shoot me." I close my eyes counting to ten trying to remain calm. I hear the door slam and I still lay here. What could I do now? She hates me, she doesn't love me or at least in the way I want her too. It was over before it even started.

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K I A R A

It's bad enough I lost him but now I'm losing myself. "Kiara, please, for the love of God just eat something." Kian says from across the table. My brother just came into town to visit me. He told me he hasn't called in a while because of how much he was backed up in school. At least I didn't lose him, yet.

"No." Is all I say as I push the plate away. I can't even feel the least bit of guilty as I reject him. I don't feel anything, I'm a cold heartless bitch. Not like I'm not use to this dead feeling. Someone do me the favor and pull the trigger.

"Fine." He throws his fork onto the plate pushing his chair back. Kian gets up and walks to grab his keys off the table next to the door. "I'll see you in a little." He walks out of the door clearly pissed off.

First I was a bit surprised by his actions but now I don't care. Pushing people away and not caring is a profession I can never fail at.

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