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Leah
My mother smiled fully at me. ''You're looking fresh!'' She exclaimed.
I laughed. ''I wish I could say the same!'' A deep low chuckle filled the car.
My mother pouted.
"Miss Smith! Surely, Leah should be punished for her utter disrespect."
''I should agree, Master Zachary. Well, in that case, you shall not be receiving the red velvet cupcakes, kindly baked by your grandmother for you.'' My mother stated proudly.
I gaped.
''B-but... I'm Sorry!!'' I cried and both my mother and Zach burst into to peals of laughter.
It was my turn to pout now, they were such bullies.
A small knock on the window snapped us out of our atrance. I looked up to see Conor.
''Drive.'' I said to Zach.
''No!'' My mother interceded. ''Just talk to him. Hear what he has to say. Please?''
"Mum-
"Baby, I know what he did to you. But please, for the sake of God, talk to him."
"This, this isn't for him Mom, this is for the sake of getting home quickly to catch up on White Collar."
"Yes, yes of course darling." My mother said, nodding her head far too quickly for my liking.
I sighed and got out of the car.
''Leah.'' Conor whispered.
''Say what you want to say and say it quickly.'' I snapped.
''Leah, I'm sorry.'' Conor said, weaving his finger's through his hair.
"Wait-Conor you're.. sorry? Really? And you think that frickin' fixes this?!"
Sorry can't erase the memories, it can't take away the pain.
And most of all, sorry doesn't change reality.
''I was being a dick!'' Conor yelled. ''I'm sorry!''
'' You said I would die and you might as well move on."
Conor's face paled.
''Who told you that?'' He whispered making him sound all the more menacing.
''YOU SAID I WOULD DIE AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL MOVE ON" I screamed, tears beginning to form.
''Yes, okay! I did. But I'm sorry'' He stated, blankly.
He sounded fucking bored. He sounded like he didn't give a shit.
''You know what, Conor?''
''What?''
''I wish it was you, that sat in that hospital bed for 3 months. And I wish that you were dead, because you revolt every cell in my living body and you're a waste a fucking space. ''
Conor
Dead.
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Teen FictionMy name is Leah. Since you're practically stalking me now, I shall enlighten you on the current dramas that plague my existence. Please, by all means, jump on the bipolar, hormonal, depression train. Enjoy the ride.