Unrequited

Before the Worst-The Script (Prologue)

Before the Worst (Prologue)

BEFORE THE WORST, BEFORE WE MET, BEFORE OUR HEARTS DECIDED IT WAS TIME TO LOVE AGAIN. BEFORE TOO LATE, BEFORE TOO LONG, LET'S TRY TO TAKE IT BACK BEFORE IT ALL WENT WRONG.

I seriously want to post the whole song because this prologue (changed from We Cry to Before the Worst) really pulls from the song. It has a great meaning. I hope you guys listen to it. –Katherine ♥

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There was a time we'd stay up all night; BEST FRIENDS talking till the daylight, took the joys alongside the pain with not much to lose but so much to gain—

The song was on repeat. I was back to the first verse, singing aloud when I can barely breathe out the words.

"So explain to me how it came to this—take it back to the night we kissed—"

I tried to choke back down my voice when I realized that my friends were already surrounding me, Alice sneaking glances at me from time to time. I keep quiet and remembered my mantra or at least these words that have kept me from screaming in the middle of a crowded room at how all went straight down to something I've never expected to happen. I recite them quietly in my head but I was getting distracted.

We live. We die. We love. We cry. We pray. We kill. We hurt. We heal.

I tried to keep that in mind. For every up, there's a down. So why am I dying when I found out that he lied about really loving me?

If I could turn back the time...I guess I'd change the part I believed him for a split second because in the end, it's not him that will be in regret and pain. It will be me. I just didn't know it at the time.

I hate this crappy drama but how could I stop when this is just the very emotion I'm feeling? It hurts and I can't stop hurting.

I look at him looking at her and wondered if he ever looked at me like that. She's so clueless. Why can't she see that I was wrong? He was just right for her. He meant what he said; he loves her. He really does but she doesn't know how true that is and I do. It wasn't me. It was her.

"Come on," Matt tells me and stands up from the bench, bag over his shoulder. I stood up quickly and followed him, waving at the group goodbye as they watch us leave.

I sighed. "Is it bad?"

I see him nod. "Better not watch,"

"Yeah," I agreed and gave him a curious look. "How'd you know anyways?"

"It's not hard to see when you have eyes, B." He says. He looked away as we got out of the school. "Only the blind won't see you...like that. And he's one poor man with two blind eyes who's never going to look the other way."

♫ End of P r o l o g u e ♫