Nothing But Hate ▷ THIAM

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-NARRATIVE-

Cassidy sat in the woods near the old Hale house ready to end it all. She had her phone next to her, a bottle of Xanax next to that. She felt helpless as the tears rolled down her eyes, wishing that someone would notice how much she's struggling, how much she needs someone to see her for how she is. Derek has thought she completely lost her mind, and maybe it was true, maybe she had, but in that moment all she wanted to do was end the pain that she had felt. She sat there in the white dress that she had worn in her honeymoon with Chase, the simpler days, the days that seemed happy. Her dress was now covered in grime and dirt, perhaps meant to represent the stains that she had felt on her life. The pain of not having someone there for her growing up, the pain of hurting Liam, the pain that her ex- husband had brought upon her, the pain of seeing Liam so happy, when she felt so... incomplete.

"Did he ever really love me," she thought to herself in her head, her hands moving to pick up the bottle. She removed the cotton from the top, and picked up one tablet. She started at it, and the longer she stood at it, the more reluctant she became. But, the longer she looked at it, the more she thought about how many times she had been hurt, and the times that she had hurt the people she loved. These were the thoughts that made her take that first tablet. She scarfed it down, then poured the bottle in her hands. She took one after the other, until she heard the familiar ding of a text message. She looked on her phone, and saw a text from an unknown number.

"Is Derek really desperate enough to text me from someone else's phone," she thought to herself as she slowly put the rest of the tablets back in the bottle, brushing her hands on her dress. As she read the text, something in her heart warmed up. It read:

"Hey Cassidy, this is Isaac and I know that we don't know each other very well, but I saw your Instagram post and I wanted to make sure that you were okay."

Cass' fingers were trembling as she typed out her response: "i'm not okay."

She saw the read notification pop up, but no text bubbles followed. Depressed and feeling alone, she downed five more tablets. Just then, the sound of her ringtone ran through the woods. It was again, an unknown number.