Mr. Wrong Never Looked So Right!

Intro

Get a glass and smash it on the floor.
Okay,done.
Is it broken?
Yes.
Now, say sorry to it.
Sorry. Is it fixed now?
Of course not!
So sorry wasn't good enough?
Well, no but-
What about? Can you fix it by gluing it back together?
I can try.
Can you still see the cracks?
Yes.
Will it hold any water? Can it still fulfill it's purpose?
No but-
Why not?
Because it's broken.
Because you have broken it.
Oh.
And it will be broken forever. You couldn't fix it by saying sorry. Oh. Will it still be broken if you walk away?
Yes.
So you leaving won't fix it?
No.
Can anything make it the way it was before?
No.
Do you understand now?

Who would have know he was wrong for me.That he was gonna treat me like the guys, I was quick to replace just for HIM. Well other than my sister and her nagging friends. I put him before any guy at any moment. I could have been in a relationship by now a SOLID one at that. But no, my head was so gone that I couldn't see myself with no one else but HIM.

Meeting him was something special and I felt special. He understood me in some way, it was like I could tell him anything. I felt like a open book around him and him only. It was like he never judge me or looked at me different. It was like I could be feeling like the world was against me but he could change that with the simplest words. Such as everything will be okay, you just have to stay focus and leave the bs and bs people alone.

WHAT WAS WRONG???????

When you're desperate for love you get played. When it's right you'll know it. If you rush it, you'll ruin it. Be patient.

TonyGaskins

I felt like I was holding back from him, like I was keeping a secret of some sort. Not able to quite put my finger on it, but the feeling NEVER left. It was an itching feeling I got when someone said his name or brought him up in conversation. The feeling came with a big cheeky smile too. I couldn't explain why I felt so strongly about him. Was it his looks, his swag, the way he present himself? Was it his voice, the way he licked his lips, or maybe it was the way he look AT me.

It's hard to wait for something you know might not happen, but it's even harder to give up when you know it's everything you want.

Actions speak louder than words, and his actions were volumes.

"We knew each other since my freshmen year," I told the detective. This lady was really starting to get on my nerves. I had been sitting in this interrogation room for hours, and my stomach felt like it was seconds away from touching my back. I didn't even get to finish my food from earlier, all because of some stupid case.

"So that means he was senior, correct" asked the detective. She looked at me from the rim of her glasses. With a questionable look on her face, like she thought I would lie to her or something.

"Yes ma'am," I responded back to her. I plan on telling her the truth when it came to me and his relationship. Plus if I wanted to get the hell outta here I needed to be nice and polite. One slip up and she can say I was lying. Then charge me with murder of a guy that they had no proof of being actually dead.

When the case first started, it was a missing person case. It had been more than two weeks since anyone last heard from him. They sent out a search party, but still no luck until they found his mother's car. He was last seen driving it, so they search it for any clues. They found little drips of blood on the driver's side door. Along with a black jacket his mother seen him in before he went missing. But there wasn't any blood on it, so they figured he took it off before the cause of his bleeding happen. His mother filed for a missing person, after three days of not hearing from him. She never asked him where he was going or when he was coming back. So she was just as clueless as the police. Trying to find the reason behind his disappearance.

His name was all over the news. Even in different states, had his face everywhere like he was famous. Little did they know that it was no help.

They began to bring people in for questioning, if his family brought their name up or thought they knew where he could be. They were somewhere in this police station. Either getting questioning or leaving. If their not here then they haven't caught them or found out where they are yet. They've been picking people up left and right. I should know because I witness it for eight going on nine hours. The reason they held me so long was because every other hour or so this detective was called out the room. Only god knew the reason she kept leaving me here. My guess is to see if I get nerves or break a sweat when she leaves. I felt like she was building her case against me. Or so I thought, but she always seems to come back with a different folder or new forms and pictures.

I never try to look at the items she has unless she gives them to me. I'm not trying to look suspicious but I am a very noise person. So it's a hard battle between myself when it comes to looking at the forms in front of me. Like right now she is out the room and all I can think about, is who is the boy in the black and white picture. But because it's a lot of forms on top of it I can't see who it is. I wanted to lean over and get a better look but because I couldn't get the feeling of someone watching me I didn't. I knew somebody was behind that glass, I could feel them giving me the death stare. I bet who ever it is they had some kind of hate or dislike towards me.
They caught me at my mother's house, which I was glad for. She lied to them and told them I wasn't there. Because she thinks its better to turn your own self in. Instead of getting brought in like some criminal. I heard the entire conversation while eating my food.
I knew my mother would be taking me to the station once they left and I was hoping after I ate. I wasn't nervous at all. But it wasn't because I knew I was innocent. Or that I knew nothing was wrong with him. But because I knew I wasn't and I KNEW he wasn't fine. Matter of fact I knew he was dead.