Ryker Griffithe... sound familiar? That's because this boy had it all. Well sort of. He was a quarterback for the football team, his grades were good, mostly Bs but still good, and he seemed to have adoring and amazing parents. Well, you can never h...
I sat there, toilet paper soaking up the blood that was coming from my thighs, tears streaming down my face and this voice on the announcements, making my life hell.
"Now you all know." he stated, "You're all probably wondering? Who am I to say any of this? Why would I do this? Well I'll tell you why. Ryker is a murderer. He killed his best friend. What else is he capable of. This is why this is so dear to me, Ryker, you know who I am. Don't you remember? No? Well I'm disappointed. Now, most of you don't know me because I'm not a fellow student. I've never lived in Southview, Oregon. I'm from Addison, New York." Then it hit me. I knew exactly who this kid was. How could I not recognize him. The red curly hair, the glasses. I knew everything about this kid and he knew everything about me. This is bad. Really bad. "Now you're all scared. Don't be. I'm not here to ruin all of your lives just his. Want to know why? Because my names Thomas," My chest felt tight, my stomach like there were a thousand people inside of it and my head was racing. I knew what was coming and I have never wanted anything more in my life but to drop dead right that second. But no. That would be to easy. "Thomas Harrin. Thalia's brother. " and with the same horrible noise it started with, Thomas's voice was gone. I sat there frozen. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I have never hated myself more than at this point. Thomas and I were like brothers. Unlikely brothers. I remember when I first met him. It was the first day I met Thalia. First day of first grade. Thalia sat down beside me when no other kid would. Immediately we became friends. I went to her house that afternoon and she introduced me to Thomas. He was 13 months older than her. We bonded almost as quickly as Thalia and I. He was like my twin. We were 5 months apart in age and liked the same things. I think Thalia sometimes got jealous but I always made sure to keep the both of them happy. As we grew up, Thomas and I drifted a bit. He played football, I did art. He flunked classes and I excelled in them. We slowly became opposites but when the football team would pick on me and Thalia couldn't stop them he was there. When I stayed over, he was there. When Thalia fell asleep, we'd stay up until dawn just talking. He was my big brother in a way. When Thalia's boyfriend cheated on her, we both made sure he knew that if he ever came close to her ever again, he'd regret it. When Thalia and I got drunk at parties, he covered for us. When Thalia and him fought, I helped them sort it out. When he had girls over, I kept Thalia calm. We always had each others backs and no matter what we both had Thalia's. The day she died was the day that all changed. When he read the letter she'd left for me he snapped. He drove every boy on the football team to make my life more hell than it already was. The worst came from him. He beat me up at least twice a week. He left notes on my locker, he made my life so bad that I tried to kill myself. He visited me in the hospital. He said he was sorry for everything and he was just angry. I thought he meant it. For the next little while, he helped me through therapy. I told him everything. About Thalia, about my cutting, about anything really. Then two days before her funeral he told me he hated me. He told me that I had killed her. If I ever moved, he'd make sure that the people in that town knew what I had done. He promised that he'd get me back one day for killing Thalia. Then he left. I never told anyone that. I never saw him again. Not at her funeral, not when I went to the house to get a few things from her room, not until today in the hallway, when I didn't even recognize him. I sat on the cold linoleum and stared at the scars and fresh cuts that lined my thighs. We were all so happy at one point. We were all so small and happy. I felt a few tears slip down my cheeks. I dug out my phone and looked through the photos from my old tumblr folder. Each one was labelled. My heart clenched more with each photo I looked at.
A/N: Short disclaimer these are all pictures off the internet I don't own them nor do I know who they are-Credit to the people in them and the photographers. Also the first part of the label is the actual label, everything after the dash is an a/n label so you guys understand what's going on.
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