Matpat. You know him. Right? I've known him since... I don't even remember what year it was. I do know one thing, I loved him. We spent years at each other's sides. We laughed... well he laughed. I didn't. We cried... again... only he did... I loved him. Being born into a mentally abusive family I didn't have much to do but fantasize about being with this, strong, athletic, patient, nice, and well built male. He was a... 3/5. Not athletic or too well built. He was like my baby. This is how he looks in the metal world.
He is precious to me. And that 'Stephanie' girl pretended to steal him from me! Before I explode I will tell you our story. About (YourAge) ago I was born. Yada this, Yada that, she went to school and found the guy of her dreams, Mathew Patrick. He cared and she cared. So let's skip to middle school, shall we?
Flash back...
"Haha! You little slut!" "Look at that tomato of a face!" "Ugly!" "How does she even show her face?" "HAHA!!!" "Please... stop... stop laughing..." "Look the slut gives up!" "I... I'm... I'm not... not a..." "Ya, ya, shut up." She kicked me in the face. "I'M NOT A SLUT!!!" "Hey!" Lemme guess? Another name? Calling me a slut? Telling me to kill myself? "Don't call her a slut!" Wait what?! He's standing up for me? "Julia!?" "Oh god the teachers!" Oh good! Teacher! Wow I just said that? I must be going insane. "Thank you!" "Take her to the nurse's office please." "Okay. You okay?" "Huh? Uh? Oh! Y-ya. T-t-thanks." "Anytime! My name is Mathew, but everyone calls me MatPat!" "T-the choir boy? C-correct?" "Yup! I guess?"
Now...
That is how we met. I loved his eyes, his smile, that laugh... I loved that laugh. We loved games. I would dream about kissing him. Invitioning him making me his. My thoughts always interrupted by my parents coming to my room to beat me because I got an A instead of an A+. I hated my parents.
I was mentally a dog to him. I followed him around to protect him. There are pitch black tentacles and arms always grabbing at you. Trying to pull you into: Madness, suicide/suicidal thoughts, anxiety, all that bad stuff. I kept those thoughts away. I ways his angel and he was mine. High school.
High school flashback.
"What did you get on number six?" "..." "Is something wrong?" "..." "Answer me!" "WHAT!?!" I jumped when he yelled. "Oh... Oh god I... I'm so sorry!" "I-It's okay... I was being inpatient..." "No! No, No, no! Your fine I wasn't paying attention!" "No... You were right yelling at me." "No one is ever right about yelling at you and neither was I." I could tell something was up. "What's wrong?" "... I... I have anxiety." "What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" "I thought you'd leave me. Pick on me. Like Julia did." "Now what in the world would make you think that?" "You had anxiety in middle school and Julia picked on you for having it." "Ya, well I got anxiety because she picked on me. She picked on me for kissing a guy, having anxiety she gave me, being a strait A student basicly all of what made me, me." "Ya... I guess she did..." "What gave you anxiety?" "Those black tentackles you said everyone has." "Oh... so no real reason... It's okay I here for you!" "Matt!" "Oh Stephanie!" "Who?" 'Please god tell me she's not his girlfriend!' "My girlfriend!" 'Fucking hell god! Why!?' (A/N: "Because I made you bitch!") I left his house and went home with my homework. I fell foreword onto my bed. I buried my head in my pillow and screamed. I thought I hated him. But I still loved him. I wanted him to claim me as his. I forgot it was April 1st, the devil's Holliday. She was just friend.
Le now
So ya now I'm his. I saved him. He claimed me, three years ago I'll elaborate more later. ""BYE,BYE!!!!!!""
