If only two people care for me then why am I here they can move on. I'm not important enough for them. The cuts on my arm they sting, but not as bad as my thoughts. I never cared about self image to me I was a piece of crap no matter how I looked so why bother?
That all changed. It was junior year now. Grammy's health was declining more than ever. I had been clean for 3 months now. Jc he had been clean for much longer.
Grammy and Jc still were the only ones who cared for me but mostly Grammy. Jc had more friends than ever, and he was actually quite popular. He still hung out with me just much less. Yeah life was hard but I could pull through. On September 2nd Jc broke up with me. He said we need to be just friends. That really bothered me.
He said he cared for me and nothing should change other than the other that could call him theirs. 2 weeks later he had a perfect, skinny, tan, short, blonde on the pep squad. Pretty much my opposite. Man that hurt.
I wanted to be more like Jc's new girl and less like me. I wanted to be Jc's I skipped breakfast every morning and began to force myself to throw up dinner. At lunch I would only eat fruit. Yeah I guess you could say my health was declining. I died my hair too. Not to bleach blonde. Just to dirty blonde that looked super natural.
I stayed clean so I was happy. Grammy wasn't. She cried herself to sleep. She knew. I couldn't stop through. I was an addict. I needed help.
I didn't want Grammy to
Cry herself to sleep every Night. I couldn't stop her though.
I'll never forget the sounds of her sobs. They harmonized greatly with mine. I was a mess. Save me is all I could say. "Save me please". And with that I fell asleep. I guess I was OK then.
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A "fine" life
FanfictionA Jc Caylen fan-fiction! CLEAN! Not completed yet. -------------------------------------- Jc and I had been best friends for a long time. I look back now cherishing those precious moments. I still love him too bad he forgot me. The following chap...
