Tears streamed down my eyes, as I rushed into my room, and crashed on my bed.
All I could think about is, my best friend, my sister from another mother, did this.
I recalled the scene, when she came upto me, smiling, and gleefully said,
"I got him off your back, dear. He's mine now."
She was supposed to understand what I meant.
I might not be the easiest to read, but she should have known.
When I said, " He's a stalker, I need to confront him."
I meant, "I appreciate his efforts, would like to be friends."
When I said, " Do anything, but ask him not to message me."
I meant, " Ask him to call me, damnit!"
When I said, "Let him die, why do I care! "
I wanted you to say "But you do! Accept it."
But you didn't,
instead,
you trotted away.
In those blue stilettos I bought you on your birthday, wearing his jersey and cheering for him.
You betrayed me.
You broke me.
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The Girl who was Stalked
Teen FictionI thought she was my friend, But she wasn't. At the first chance she got, she stole away the first boy I was ever interested in. --------------------------- I thought he 'Loved' me, but then 'LOVE' is a very strong term. He replaced me at the first...
