Forgotten || Matthew Espinosa Story

7 | Matt's POV

"I hate you, I hate myself, I hate my fucked up life."

I heard Justine say those words and it tore me apart to know she hated me. Like everyone else? I don't get it. What did I do.

What did I do to make her hate me, to make her cry because of me, to make her hate herself because of me.

I wish she let me talk to her, I want to find out what's really wrong.

I walked away from her room and into my room and shut the door.

I sat on my bed and got on to my phone, I wanted to see if she actually tried to contact me.

I scrolled through some dms which took a long time since a lot of people are trying to contact me. But I finally got down to about a year/two years ago.

There it was.

She tried, Justine tried and I was too stupid to even think she wanted to talk to me.

All those years I wondered how she was doing, I'm too stupid to even try getting through to her.

A tear fell loosely onto my phone screen and I realized I was crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't be such a baby." I said to myself and wiped my tears.

I decided to go splash water on my face and headed towards the bathroom.

There was only one on this side of the hallway. Essentially it was Justines, but since we are all here we are all sharing it.

The door was closed and I twisted the handle.

I knocked before I opened the door and pulled it open.

I looked up at something I wish I never had to see.

"STOP!!!" I screamed and rushed in.