Middle

Barely Breathing

Cause I am barely breathing and I can't find the air. I don't know who I'm kidding, imagining you care. And I could stand here waiting, a fool for another day. But I don't suppose it's worth the price, the price that I would pay.  

I didn't speak to him for weeks. I didn't even know where he went to, and I honestly didn't even care. I went back to my normal routine, and tried forgetting he even existed. And it worked really well until he started calling me out of the blue. I didn't answer the first few days he tried calling. But I eventually gave in, hoping it would get him to quit calling afterwards.

I picked up the phone while I was driving on my way home, "Will you stop calling me?"

"I just want to apologize for what I said." He sighs, "I couldn't leave things between us on such a sour note."

"Our whole relationship has been one long sour note, so it doesn't matter what you say or do anymore." I huff.

"I called to apologize, not to be attacked more."

"You attack me all the time. You should be able to take what you dish out." I take a deep breath. "I'm not going to do this again. I'm not putting up with this anymore."

"You act like I'm the devil, when you're the one being devil-ish."

"How dare you say that after everything you've done to me. You forced me to be you from a young age, you yelled at me, broke promises you swore you would keep, and mentally and physically abused me. You are my living nightmare!" I scream at him, probably getting attention from other drivers on the road.

"I know I shouldn't have tried to apologize. I should have known it would never make it past all of your hate you have towards me." 

"Screw you." I cry.

All of a sudden there's a blinding light, then everything goes dark.