songs
i'm born to run - american authors
los angeles - blink-182
woman woman - awolnation
nana - the 1975
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"i don't feel comfortable coming here"
"nor should you. i'm only here because you need me to be. i'd rather never see this asshole again."
"wait, you know james?!"
"i had friends before you."
he makes that sentence sound finalizing and i choose not to push him. god knows i have had problems with people trying to push me. kit looks frightening marching up to the door. his eyes seem black and they're dead-set ahead. i can't remember a time when he hasn't looked me in the eye while talking to me. the shade from the balcony creates shadows on his face that make him seem menacing. for once, I'M GLAD kit's on my side.
he raps his fingers on the door. not even five seconds pass by before kit pounds his fist on the door.
"i'm coming jackass!" is screamed from inside. this just makes kit pound harder. I contemplate running away before someone ends up killing the other one. the door is thrown open and we're greeted with a,
"hey kit. what's up?" and a,
"oh."
it's not even worth it to describe james. let's just say, imagine anyone who has mistreated people and that's james. your james might be different than cleo's james or kit's james. or even my james. but everyone will sadly know a james in their life. and you can't let the james' of the world win.
"why?" that's the only word i say to him. his expression doesn't even change. i know that he thinks his actions are justified without even hearing his answer. he gives one anyway,
"she lied to me. she was a fucking fag the whole time. do you know what they're going to say about me? that i turned her that way!? she deserve-"
kit punches him in the face. his wrist recoils in what seems like slow motion and he holds his hand while he yells,
"you're really only worried about YOURSELF?! CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT CLEO HAS BEEN THROUGH? she just wanted to be there for her roommate. she trusted you. and you failed her. YOU FAILED EVERYONE! Cleo. Did. Not. Deserve. It. YOU DESERVED IT. and i'd hit you again if i thought it was worth hurting my hand again for scum like you."
he takes my hand and we walk away from james. if i were to turn around, i'd imagine he cursed at us and eventually wiped the blood off of his face. maybe he'll be better from now on, but maybe he won't. it's not up to you to fix your james. you have to find your alex. who makes you forget about the james' in your life.
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damn these keep getting too deep for me.
YOU ARE READING
since.
Short Story// since he's been gone, there's a cold side of the bed. since he left, I don't know how to handle myself. since he died, I died a little too. \\
