Still blows my mind that I am actually sending out these chapters. I always thought that no one except my close friends would know about these events, but hey, it really does help writing everything down. Anyway, thanks for getting to this chapter and I hope you all continue to the end. ~(* o * ~)
Some days passed by and I was still a mess with trying to deal with everyone's need to have me help them. Aristotle was becoming flip-flop with his emotions towards me and tried to tell me that he wanted me to wait for him. That he liked me but was still not ready to be in a relationship and was hoping that I would wait for him.
Aristotle didn't know that he was actually hurting me with flirting with other girls again and making me turn astray from him.
At the same time with what Aristotle and him were putting me through, I was trying to help Jeremiah with his relationship with Natalie. Even though I hated to admit it, I was falling for Jeremiah and the urge to be with him was growing larger every day.
I was dealing with everyone's problems, including my own. I was everyone's therapists and I will always be just that. Although, unlike him, I still have the capability of knowing what's right and wrong. I still know what I have to do to help the ones I truly care for and what I have to do to make sure I don't let my sanity die faster than it already is.
I told Aristotle that we should just stay friends.
I never wanted Aristotle to know what was happening with him. Aristotle was his friend and I knew that it wouldn't be right of me to try and confide in Aristotle. I also knew that my feelings for Aristotle have most certainly changed over time and that I just wanted to be friends.
I will never let Aristotle be apart of my life again.
The day after I broke things off with Aristotle is when everything took a turn for the worse. It was as if they weren't done with me and wanted to drive me further into the ground.
No one will ever know how badly I wanted to die after what they did to me.
It's about to get lot worse (O _ O)
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
