Forgotten || Matthew Espinosa Story

6

I turned around looking at the ground.

"What's wrong. Why aren't you talking, why aren't you even looking at me Justine?" Matt asked taking a step closer.

He was trying so hard to get me to look at him, to pay attention to his face.

Why? So he can hurt me again? So he can tell people how useless and stupid I am for thinking he doesn't hate me.

I shook my head, I couldn't open my mouth to speak.

A tear slipped out and ran down my cheek.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked.

He took another step closer so we were a foot apart. He reached out to hold my arm but I took a step back.

"Please stop." I said sternly, making sure my voice didn't crack from my sadness.

I wanted to so badly hug him and smile and talk about everything I missed, just catch up with my best friend. But I couldn't, and reality soon flooded back into my mind again and I looked up at Matt.

He had a hurt look across his face. He stepped closer again and repeated what he did before.

I stepped back but his finger grazed my arm.

"Don't touch me." I looked at him in the eyes and he looked sad or mad, mostly confused.

I turned around really fast and ran into my room.

I pushed my back against the door and started to cry.

The door shook a bit from someone knocking on it. I moved back a bit and just watched the door rattle.

"Talk to me, please." Matt begged.

"Go away, you've done enough. Why do you even care." I opened the door pointing down the hall for him to leave.

He disobeyed my actions and pushed himself into my room.

"We are best friends Justine, I don't understand what's wrong. Can you just tell me." He pleaded.

"THATS IT MATT, I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND. You left me, no idea of where you have gone off to. I was stranded basically and you're waltzing back in here trying to convince me that you actually care and not hate me. Do you not get it. Everyone at school hates you, more importantly I get bullied for once being your best friend. You waltz back here thinking everything will be normal again. You expect us to actually pick up where we left off. What a fucking joke." I yelled at him and he was just starting at me shocked at my words.

"I'm so sorry, I should have known-"

I cut him off.

"You would have known if you responded to my texts you asshole. I tried for a year. I called, everything. I tweeted you. I tried everything and you obviously didn't want to talk to me. You would have known everything, but you don't..." I raised my voice again.

I wasn't crying anymore, I was too angry to cry.

"Leave, get out." I pushed him out the door and slammed it.

"I hate you." I whispered to myself.

"I hate myself." I said again.

"I hate my fucked up life." I sighed.