I Think She's The Devil

Our First Chapter

A/N Alright before you begin reading please read the description. Unless directed other wise the poverty will be in the view of me, and or, Lyla. Please Enjoy. <3

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Today was my birthday, I am turning 17 years old but honestly I see no point in breathing anymore....

 Just a little over a year ago, I met a girl whom I had thought that I loved very much. Her name was Jazmyne and I adored her every moment of my days. We got together December 16, 2015 and on November 5, 2016. Which was the day before our school dance, that I had already bought tickets for, she left me for the first time. The next day I showed up at her house and used my 'charms' on her and convinced her to come back to me and still go to the dance. I mean it was a $20 ticket and I didn't want that to go to waste. Before I had gone to see her my thoughts drifted to a girl in my dance class. Her name was Katie but we had known her as Tyler because she preferred that name. I had noticed a crush forming on her even while I was still with Jazmyne. I wondered if I should just ask her to the dance instead but my fears caught up to me and I forced myself to think otherwise. 

At the dance that night, Jazmyne kept crying and telling me "I can't believe I almost lost you!" Blah, blah, blah...bullshit.  Oh you say that's rude of me to say that?? Well believe me, give me another 3 minutes of writing and you'll no longer be saying that. So about a week later while I was already having a rough night at work she left me yet again. In the place where I was working it was very closed off and the only people able to see or hear me were our customers. Apparently many of them had driven ahead to the next window and commented that a worker was in tears. Afterwards, my manager moved me up front and kept me under control. 

Going into December of that year, I kept getting back with that damned woman. One day someone had told her that I called her a cunt and she left our last class 10 minutes earlier than the bell and I honestly thought nothing of it but after school she was in the commons waiting for me. She came storming over and knocked me on my ass then 'punched' my face. If you can even call that a punch...anyways. Right after that I stood and punched her back, when she went back for me I tripped. Just then I realized where I was...I couldn't get suspended because of that fuck twit so instead of getting back to my feet I curled and covered my head the best I could and let her beat me. Call me a little bitch but it wasn't worth the fight. Just before the fight was broken up I grabbed hold of one of her arms as it came down at me and bit down as hard as I could. It got her off of me for a few moments then some teachers broke it up. I couldn't believe how long it took to be in the principles office but luckily the cameras didn't catch my fist connecting with her fat fucking face. Or me biting her. So, it came out as a total assault. She was suspended and never returned. 

Like the dumbass I was, I still went back to her up until today. On my 17th birthday she decided to tell me, while we were 'dating', that she had found someone else. That was the end of it. The texts had gone something like...

Jazmyne: We should talk...

Me: Sure, love. What's up?

Jazmyne: Last night I went to this party...

Me: Oh? Did you have fun??

Jazmyne: I hooked up with someone..I am sorry. But we are over.

Me: Congrats! Who is it? I'm happy for you :)

After that she kept refusing to tell me who it was and why but I kept being sweet....

Me: I understand that you don't wanna tell me. I was hoping we could still go out for my birthday? You should let me know. I am very happy for you and whoever it is. Who ever they are I am sure they deserve you. :) :) :)

Jazmyne: Ya. Thanks.

What she didn't know was behind all those 'smiley' faces. Tears were pouring down my cheeks in rivers. I couldn't breath as I held the prescription bottle of about 12 oxycodones. My breathing became more ragid as I struggled to break the bottle open. Holding all the tablets in my hand, I gently ran my thumb over them and watched the screen...rereading to make sure I wasn't going crazy.

"This can't be real...." I said out loud to the empty room and dropped all the tablets down my throat and followed them with some water. I leaned back in my chair and cried harder as I switched the tabs on the computer to Facebook. A notification caught my eye and when I clicked onto it, it read:

"Tyler **** would like to start a conversation with you!"

Then...I accepted the request.