Shattered Glass✔️

Chapter 17

Damien's POV

Wake up motherfucker.

What? I'm trying to sleep.

I know. I'm just an ass like that.

Fuck off.

Nah. I like pissing you off.

Please stop. Please just, go away...

Why in hell should I listen to you?

Because you're in my head, and I can kick you out.

I'd like to see you try, Damien.

GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD YOU ASSHOLE!!

All I got was silence. Finally.

I grab my sketchbook and start to doodle.

Psyche!

I drop my pencil in surprise.

I'm still here, asshat.

I sigh, picking up my pencil.

Damn.

That's right.

I fall back on my bed and close my eyes, giving up.

Then my phone begins to ring. It turns out to be Greyson. Perfect. None the less I answer it thinking what the hell.

"Wow you answered"

"I only answered because I needed to hear someone else's voice and I didn't really give two shits who's voice it was.."

"I just called to see why you're so pissed I wrote down the real reason why I left in a letter"

"What fucking letter?"

"The one I wrote? Wait you didn't see it?"

"I don't know where it is"

I put him on speaker phone and start looking around my room.

"It must've fell I put it on your dresser"

"Found it..ah fuck" I say as hit my head off the bottom of my bed

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah just hit my head"

I sit up in my bed and open the letter and read through it. Once I'm done I drop the beautifully written letter onto the floor.

"Damien?"

"It was my mom.."

"Yes"

"You didn't leave because you wanted to.."

"I wanted to stay"

Then he hangs up and seconds later there's a knock at the door. I stand up slowly and walk downstairs, I reach out and put my hand onto the doorknob twisting it so it opens.