I like to think of her as a Violet. blue, beautiful, fragile. I know she is none of those things though. She's imperfect and ruined. Corrupted by booze and drugs, Broken by men like her father. Hurt by everyone she holds dear. So no It's not her fault. I can see that.. from a far sadly, I watch in the hallways and hear what people say 'there goes the slut again.' 'I heard she paid Evett Smith to suck his dick.' All lies by the way, I happen to be best friends with Evett and she has never so much as sneezed on him. But knowing how desperate he is for attention he probably started all that just to get a rise out of someone. I said it before. I am a shadow to everyone. No one really notices me and if they do they never care. People just do what they do best, ignore each other, too worried about their own bullshit lives to care about anyone else's.
I'm left here, lost in my own little world. Where she loves me. But she won't. She can't. Erica doesn't love. Her idea of love is so flawed, but she can thank all the fucked up individuals in her life for that one. So I'm left here. Something good seems like it's right around the corner though. The world might be looking up for my chances with Erica Benson.
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Confessions of the Broken
RomancePain, a word meaning a thousand different stories all with the same ending. They all end in hatred and regret.