"I was just a fucking toy, I can't believe this, you said you loved me! You healed my broken heart, without you I would be dead!" I yelled over the phone, "I would have tried again, but you saved me! You got me to fuck you for goku's sake, and then you brake up with me, fucking dick!" and then hung up,my (ex-) boyfriend, Ben (or as I USED to call him, Benjamin Franklin) had just called to brake up with me. What I just said was true, he had gotten me to sleep with him a few days ago. Everytime he saw me or talked to me or texted me, he would (lie and) say 'I love(d) you!", and a couple weeks before we started dating, I had tried suicide. Keyword here, 'tried' I had failed, my mother found me, half-dead, in the bathroom, with the bloody kinfe next to me. She rushed me to the hospital, right now I kinda wish I had died, that was a month ago. If I died, I wouldn't be here right now, crying as I eat an entire tub of Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, making me feel worse, though it is my favorite kind. It's making me feel more worthless, more sluggish, more like a tub of lard damn it! I throw away the tub, and then head downstairs, check the time, and head out the door while grabbing my phone, keys, shoes, coat, and purse. I throw the coat on and step outside, inhaling the cool March air. It's about 50 degrees out, nice for WI. I got in my car and drove to my therapist's office.
Later...
"Welcome Maggie! How are you today?" My therapist asked me in a fake tone. 'Yeah right,' I thought, 'Like you actually give a flying fuck about how I am.' "I'm fine," I replied in a pissed off 'don't fuck with me' type of tone. "You certainly don't sound fine, anything wrong?" She asked. I have her a look that said 'no shit Sherlock', and responded with the same words. "No shit Sherlock, fine, I'll tell you, my boyfriend fucked me a few days ago, and he broke up with me about an hour before I came here, and I ate an entire tub of ice cream and feel like a fucking pig, OK? I guess if you really were Sherlock you'd have figured that out by now." I grabbed my things and left, I never really let her talk during these sessions. Maybe I should... SYKE! Fuck that! I texted my friend and asked her if she wanted to meet tonight in our secret spot, since I moved out of my parents house a week ago, me and her picked a 'hangout' (A.K.A the abandoned walmart parking lot). She brought beer and guys, I brought assorted booze, cigarettes, and lighters. My boyfriend didn't know about this, so I guess that I don't have to worry about his sorry ass finding out. She responded with a yes, and asked me how Dick McDuchebag (Ben) was doing. I told her what happened, I asked if we could each bring more alchohol, and if I could bring more cigarettes. She responded with a 'Hell to the yeah!' Then I turned off my phone and headed to the drug store for the things on my shopping list.
Comming Soon, Chapter Two: The Toy's Relief
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Teen Fiction'Ever since that day, I felt sickening, why else would he leave me?' That's all Maggie thinks about, as her already depressed mind and body grow darker until they become a shadow. What will happen when Maggie becomes a shadow? How knows, it's up to...
