(Matt's POV)
He loves me. I know he loves me. Of course he does, why wouldn't he? There's no reason he wouldn't. I mean, he didn't mean those things he said. He just... wasn't in his right mind. He loves me. I know it. He knows it. And everyone who doesn't, should.
He said he was coming over to talk. He got really mad one night, said that I "needed to leave him alone" yeah okay, but he left that night and we haven't really talked face to face sense. He lives at his "Girlfriend's" house. Asia, I think her name was. Fuckin' bitch.
After I showered and did my hair, the door bell rang. Excited, I threw on a shirt and ran to the door. I opened it, and found my Johnny. Because he's fucking mine, not that bitch Asia's.
"Hey baby," I said, kissing his cheek and hugging him. But he didn't hug back...
"I'll be quick," He pulled away and leaned on the door frame. His hands in his pockets, like he would always did when we lived together. He's so perfect.
"Matt,"
"George," I said with a smile on my face. But his expression was still hard.
He put his hands on the sides of my face, looking down at me with his... Gray looking eyes. "You need help," He whispered, making me drop my smile and move my eyes to the floor. He pressed his fore head against mine, making my cheeks burn and my gaze move to his.
He backed away, and held my hands in his. "Have you been taking your pills?" He asked, making me smile again at the subject change.
"Pills for what?"
"Your bipolar pills, have you been taking them?" I shook my head and looked down. When I looked back, his eyes where filled with worry. "What?" I asked, "I don't like feeling drowsy."
He sighed and ran his hand through my hair. "Please promise me that you'll start taking them again..."
"Sure," I said sarcastically, making me roll my eyes, "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"
He shook his head and sighed again, "I'm not gonna be over here anymore..." My eyes filled with tears, and I backed away from him. "No, Matt-" He tried to explain, just for me to cut him off.
"Why? Don't you love me?" I asked out of fear, backing up closer to my bedroom door.
"No Matt I do, but it's not like that." He stepped closer to me and tried to put his hand on my shoulder, but I shoved it away, "Asia said she doesn't want me over here. I didn't-"
"Leave me alone..." I said walking back to my room. God, I hate that fucking bitch. Whatever he said next to make me open the door fell on deaf ears. I locked the door behind me and slid down it, ignoring everything else he was saying. I excepted my fate, and climbed into my bed. Waiting for the isolation to end.
A/N- If you don't know what bipolar disorder is, then you shouldn't be reading my shit lol
