Mike Wheeler is a 13 year old boy that lives in Canada. His life's pretty boring, not like many other teenagers, though he has one secret. He has a big crush on his bestfriend. There's two big problems with this. First, he's got a girlfriend, and se...
Me: Im stressed. This isn't working out for me. I just want to have a break. It's not that I don't love you, but there's someone else. There's always been someone else. This doesn't feel real. Madie💗: WHAT? NO! YOU CANT DO THIS PLEASE MIKE. YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME. WE DATED FOR 3 MONTHS. WHY CANT I BE ENOUGH FOR YOU? WHYS THERE HAVE TO BE SOMEONE ELSE? Me: Im so sorry madie. I care about you which is why I had to let you know. Madie💗: I put on this whole "snobby girl" act, but the truth is, I'm just insecure. I'm no better than anyone else I know that.
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Read at 12:36 pm Me: Dont cry. You're beautiful, this isn't the end of our friendship. This is just a break mads. 💞 Madie💗: Okay.
Madie💗 went offline.
*Trigger warning ahead*
Madies Pov: Thousands of thoughts overwhelm me. Mom and Dad are fighting again, I can hear it. He's going to keep hurting her and I can't bare to watch. Mike left me for another girl. They all seem to leave, always. As I sit on the edge of the tub, mascara streaming down my cheeks, I pick up my hot pink razor blade. I've always hated pink, but I thought Mike liked it on me. I shakily take a deep breath, and watch as the blade makes contact with my skin. It doesn't hurt, no, not anymore. I collapse onto the floor of my bathroom, applying pressure to the wound I just created. Weakly, the razor slips out of my hand, hitting the floor. The thick, deep red substance, pools around me, as I lay, waiting for what I knows about to come. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to hurt. I'm sorry mum, I let you down again.
IM NOT DISCUSSING THIS WITH YOU! WE CANT PAY THE DAMN MORTGAGE BECAUSE YOU DECIDE TO SKIP WORK TO GO GODS KNOWS WHERE EVERY DAMN DAY JONAS!
Madie's mom's Pov: "Madie, did you do your homework?" I say annoyed. What could she be doing in there? I think aloud to myself. I knock on the door, no response. Sighing exasperatedly, I knock once more, this time louder. "Madie! Come on! I know you're in there!" I groan impatiently, dish cloth in hand. "You know what, that's it. I'm coming in, and you better have a pretty good excuse for ignoring me." As I twist the door bob and push open the door, I'm greeted with any mother's worst nightmare. "NO! BABY PLEASE, WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS NO!" I pick her up and caress her in my lap, sobbing. I reach for her neck to check her pulse. "DAMMIT, DAMMIT! NO, JONAS! SHE HAS NO PULSE! HELP ME, GOD NO!" I tremor and try to perform cpr, though this wouldn't have any affect on her. "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? I CANT MANAGE WITHOUT YOU." I hear Jonas rushing up the stairs. The perfect angel I put onto this earth, left just like that. The worst part is, I thought she was happy all this time. Foolish.
