I've had a shitty week. More shitty than usual. I thought this weekend was going to be my saviour. My get away. From all of it.
How wrong I was.
I had plans. For the first time in my life I thought people genuinely wanted to hang out with me. I got back from my out of school GCSE course and I was all ready to go. We were on the phone and I was telling her how she couldn't come to my house since my mum was asleep on the sofa and it would be disrespectful for me to let her in.
The only thing she asked me was if my brother was home. The one that everybody loves so much. I told her yes. And she told me that I should bring him too because she needs to talk to him. That whole time, I thought that this was going to be just the two of us, hanging out as friends. Maybe going cinema or something. But the only reason she wanted to be near was because she wanted to be even closer to my brother. She'd dropped little hints, I'll admit. When we first organised, she had asked if she could come to my house. And then she asked if he was going to be home. She asked me that a couple times actually. But it took me until five minutes before I was supposed to leave to realise that. And that hurt. Like fucking mad.
So I ditched her. I left her waiting outside In the rain. And even though it was a dick move, I didn't have the courage to pick up the phone, after she had just hung up, and tell her that I'd changed my mind.
It made me realise that if my judgement about her was wrong, who else was I wrong about?
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Short StoryI'm depressed. I'm unhappy. I want to die. The only thing stopping me from ending it all is pretending I'm okay until even I think it's true. But you wouldn't know that. Because you never bothered to ask. *Trigger Warning*
