After
"Why don't you read my notes?"
Your voice bellowed in my head as I stared at you.
You tried to talk to me.
I can't believe it.
It's taken you three million years in my head and twenty multi-coloured post-it notes that linger on my wall for you to actually grow some balls and fucking talk to me.
I don't say this to your face, of course. The last time I spoke to you obviously flashed a warning sign in my head saying "IF I TALK TO YOU, YOU'LL PROBABLY FALL INTO A COMA"
You sighed.
And tried again, you did.
"Do you actually know my name or do you hate me for no apparent reason at all?"
Of course I knew your name, I'd be an idiot if I didn't.
Your hands began to shake.
Your eyebrows narrowed.
You were getting angry.
I could tell.
Your voice strained like you were hurt as you tried to be nice.
But you could never be nice.
You are a monster.
You stood up and kicked the chair you were seated in before closing the door behind you.
I collapsed my back onto the rock hard mattress, sighing in relief.
I closed my eyes but sleep refused to come.
This prison cell was built for two and my imaginary inmate was far nicer than you.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe
Fiksi RemajaMaybe it was the look you always had in your eye when you were in class that made me hate you. Maybe it was the way I watched her run from you with fear. Maybe I should've taken your advice, layered in sticky notes which decorated my locker. Maybe...
