Ian’s POV
That hurt. I can’t believe what I’m hearing from Anthony, someone whom, we go back a long way, someone who I think of as my best friend, someone who I would jump in front of the bus for, just said he hated me.
Anthony’s POV
I can’t believe what I just said.
“Ian, man, I did not mean that. I am so sorry I-I I don’t know what came over me!” Ian just looked at me, with sadness, betrayal, and anger at the same time. He walked past me, silently, and went into the computer room. I went after him, knocked the door, and said, “Ian, please, I didn’t mean that man! Please open up the door, please!” I heard Ian walk over, and opened the door slowly, to give me the faintest glare.
“Ian, please, let me explain. I don’t hate you, at all! I could never hate you! You mean the world to me! I didn’t mean a thing I just said, honest! I just, I-I don’t even know anymore. I guess I hate myself more than anything.” I waited for a response. I was just standing in the hallway, looking into his beautiful, yet so full of anger, blue eyes. Finally, he spoke.
“See, I think you did mean that. I mean, you were just so full of words out there, that sure as hell seemed genuine, that I think now you are just saying this made up shit to cover your own ass to cover up your true feelings, that you hate me.” I gasped, “No Ian, dude, it’s not like that at al-” “Do you realize what I go through everyday for you? Do you? Do you realize how much it takes not to just break down at the thought that I am helpless for my own best friend? Do you realize how much convincing took for Kalel to come down here? And yes, maybe it wasn’t any of my own business, but last I checked, friends looked out for eachother, even if it means pissing the other one off!”
“OK, Ian, I’m sorry! I can’t help it OK? I am messed up lately, some of the things I say-they just-they don’t make sense and-OK I am sorry! I’m sorry for being such a fuck up, I’m sorry that I yelled at you, I’m sorry that I put you through all this endless shit cause I can’t keep myself together, I’m sorry if I ever did or said anything stupid lately, I’m sorry that I lo-I mean I’m just sorry! And I am just sorry that I’m alive right now! OK? I promise soon enough you won’t have to deal with me anymore, I’m sorry! It’s not your fault man, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I run away to my bedroom real fast to get my journal, with Ian following me, as I run to the bathroom fast right afterwards and lock the door behind me. There, tonight is finally going to be the night. The night where finally, I won’t be hurting him, or anyone else for that matter, anymore.
It's for his own good, anyways..
