Micky's POV
It's been a few weeks since the 'incident' and this battle between me the little voice in my head, I was feeling very irritated and depressed. It's been extremely hard for me to keep moving on, every time I hear a bit of nasty words from it. It was getting stronger. Even if I was talking to someone or distracting myself, it would always find a way to talk to me. Living life was even harder now so I started texting Justin. I was bored here in school alright?
"Hey there."
"Hey there, my little peach."
"Again with the nicknames?"
"Yes. Of course, Love! Anything for my dearest."
"You're still onto that?"
"Of course."
Well...Justin and I never actually talked until one time when we were just talking about some random stuff then we started pretending to be part of a cheesy couple from those chick flicks. We've been doing that quite a lot lately.
"Don't worry, my sweet. I miss you already."
"Haha. Lol......I miss you, babe."
Honestly, the word 'babe' has actually disgusted me.
"You know I hate that name."
"That's why I chose it."
"What a sweet little boyfriend. (Note the sarcasm)"
"Aww. I love you too."
If only he knew.
Knew what?
The cuts, my dear.
Shut up.
Why? Do I annoy you?
Yes. Yes you do.
The phone buzzes. "You alright?"
"Never better." I can't afford people knowing about my mental state.
"You sure? I texted you like ten minutes ago and you haven't replied and you look kinda sleep deprived."
"I look sleep deprived? How do you know that?"
"Boo."
I immediately leap, shocked by the voice coming from behind. I turn around to see Justin with his phone in one hand and his bag in the other.
"Hey."
"Hey, Justin." I let out a yawn.
"I told you. You're sleep deprived.
"No I'm not."
"I know you are. Why is that?"
"Nothing in particular."
"Come on. Spit it out."
"No."
"Why not? I'm you're best guy friend!"
"No. That's Timm."
"He's your boyfriend now. That means that the position is free to take."
"No. I friendzoned him."
"Why exactly?"
"Because I-...I see where this is going. You're trying to make me spit it out."
"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."
"Damn you."
"I know you love me."
"But you were screwing that other girl last night."
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My Stupid Little Life
Подростковая литератураThis is the story of a girl named Mickaella Jennes. Her mom is dead, her dad abuses her and her one and only best friend has become a jerk. She has two wonderful older siblings but other than that, her good grades and average looks, her life is horr...
