insanity // h.s

thirteen

Song of the Chapter- Eavesdrop, The Civil Wars (I really enjoy them and will probably use their songs for this story a lot haha)

Addie’s POV

“I mean, can you believe him?! He can’t even face the problem at hand; instead he just kicks me out of his apartment as soon as I tell him it happened. And to make matters worse, he acted like it didn’t even matter to him! I cannot believe how selfish he is!”

Maggie didn’t respond at first, she simply just flipped a page in her book and then coolly asked, “Are you done with your little rant yet?”

                I huffed at this and just collapsed on my bed, suddenly dizzy with all my pacing back and forth.

                “Because, I have to be at work in,” she paused to- what I’m guessing- look at the time, “thirty minutes, and I would really appreciate it if you would let me get ready.”

                “You know, it would be really nice if just every once in a while you would help me out with my problems,” I snapped back, running my hands down my face.

                “Aren’t you the therapist,” she pointed out, setting her book to the side and standing up from her bed, stretching her arms over her head.

                “I’m not a therapist,” I argued, “I’m just studying to be one. Plus, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate help every now and then. It’s nice to have a friend to be able to talk to, you know.”

                “Well, Addie, I’m sorry that you weren’t informed that being a roommate and being a friend are both two different roles.”

                “You could at least act like you care though; my past roommates would nod occasionally and sympathize just a tad, instead of ignoring me completely,” I complained, sitting up from my laying position to watch her open drawers so she can grab her work uniform.

                “I don’t know about you, Addie,” she began, shutting the drawer and pausing to stand a few feet in front of me, “but I would rather have no friends at all than have all fake friends.”

                I didn’t respond to that. I just glanced down and picked at the nail polish on my nails that was beginning to chip away.

                Maggie sighed above me and I could see her disappear in my line of vision, “I’m getting ready for work, I’ll see you when I get home. Unless you decide to stay at Henry’s flat, then I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and use protection.”

                “His name is Harry!” I bit back, “And for the last time, we aren’t having sex!”

                She shouted back a barely audible “whatever” before shutting the bathroom door shut, leaving me alone to drown in my own thoughts.

                I knew coming over here and complaining to her would just be a waste of my breath. She hasn’t ever helped me out with my problems before. She has her own little acts of kindness that sometimes makes me feel like she could be my friend, but then situations like this happen and all possibilities are gone.

“I was obviously drunk,” Harry’s words play in my mind without warning, “it didn’t mean anything.”

He’s an asshole, a complete, utter asshole. All those times I helped him out in situations. All those times I’ve met up with him and listened to him and helped him out- I even called my lame excuse of a dad and had him help Harry out with his rent! And he has a right to just throw me out of his apartment for something that, according to him, meant nothing at all?