Psycho

27

Amora
Friday morning

"I'm just in a lot of pain, ma, but I'll be fine," I said laying down on the phone with my mom. My body just aches all over right now, my right eye has a throbbing pain but I'll live.

Blythe is gone and I'm not gonna look for her, I hate to say it but I am. I'm tired of this, believe it or not, Blythe is becoming more and more of a threat to me.

I want nothing to do with her but I hope she's safe wherever she is.

"Bye ma, I love you," I said before hanging up and getting out of bed. Blythe left me a letter but I'm refusing to read it.

I don't want to know why Blythe attacked me, or how she couldn't stop herself. She could've killed me! I want the best for Blythe but me and her just don't belong to each other.

I'll always love her and everything she does but Blythe is gonna be the death of me.

I sighed staring down at the letter on the dresser. "Nope," I uttered folding up the paper and putting it under the lamp.

"Just me today." I already called out for a couple of days because I need it. I need time to myself after getting my face beat in.

I sighed running the tub water, I don't necessarily take bathes unless I'm stressed out and in this situation, I need one.

"She fucked my shit up," I said to myself looking in my hand mirror. I sighed slowly sitting down in the tub.

"I'm ugly as fuck right now." I scoffed admiring how bad Blythe fucked up my face. I used to be cute.

"Time to kill the cat." I got up from the tub trailing water from the bathroom to my room. "What's in this bullshit letter?" I cussed grabbing the paper from under my lamp, then going back to the bathroom and into the tub.

"Let's do this." I unfolded the paper slowly, revealing the neatest handwriting I've ever seen.

"This just looks gay." I chuckled pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Dear Amora."

"That's so gay." I laughed, I'm stalling and I know I am.

"Dear Amora, I know I treated you pretty shitty but I liked you. I can't be with you for a thousand reasons and living with me isn't gonna work. I'm abusive to you and you don't deserve that. I don't like putting my hands on you but I can't stop myself, as much as we try to make us work it's not gonna happen. You have to find someone better than me (literally anyone who isn't me) and someone who can treat you right and give you the things you deserve. You're so beautiful and anyone who gets you is the luckiest person. I'm sorry for what I did to your cousin and I know you'll never forgive me but I'm sorry, if I could take it back I would. I love you, Amora but we just don't work."

I read aloud then put the paper to the side. "This is too much." I huffed standing up letting the water drain. I can't even take a bath to relieve myself.

"Think you can just hurt me and then hurt me some more? Absolutely not." I mumbled turning on the showerhead. "We're not gonna work, of course, you dumbass, we're two different people!" I scrubbed myself roughly standing under the water.

"You don't want us to work, and if you did then this wouldn't be happening!"

"You killed my cousin, of course, I can't forgive you but I can try! You didn't even give me a chance to try!" I brushed my teeth in the shower letting the soap slide off me.

"Find someone better? How stupid can you be?!" I said with my toothbrush in my mouth.

"You gotta be kidding me, first some shitty letter and now people want to see me be miserable?" I finished up in the shower and rinsed put my mouth wrapping my towel around me.