I set my stuff down on a table and sat in the seat. I whipped out my phone and pulled up Color Switch, tapping my screen furiously as I kept failing. Then, in my peripheral vision, I saw you quickly walk into the room. I looked up from my game and you walked over to me, stealing my phone. "What the hell!?" I yell as you slam my phone on the table and grab my arms. "Let me go!" I screech as you pull up my sleeves. I am grateful that no one else is in here with us.
"What are these?" you asked sternly, gesturing to my arms. I look away, giving all the information that you needed. Tears started to well up in your eyes but I know you were just pretending because you don't care about me anymore. But then after that, the day moved on.
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Umm, what was that earlier this morning? You know damn well what they are and what caused it! >:( I am tired of your shit.
Please stop worrying because you don't care for me.
Sent at 11:22 pm.
"Delete message," I whispered in my numb voice as I sat on the toilet lid, blood dripping from my arms to the floor.
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50 Ways To Forget You
Historia CortaHe broke up with her over text. She sobbed her eyes out. She thinks it's time to let him go. But she wants him to know but also doesn't. So she deletes them. But what she doesn't know, Is he sees them before she deletes them. So is it really time to...
