bruised; l.h

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Kris

Prosopagnosia: adj; also called Face Blindness is a cognitive disorder of face perception where the ability to recognize faces is impaired, while other aspects of visual processing and intellectual functioning remain intact.

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"Dad, you can't do that!" I start to feel balls of tears in my eyes.

"Oh, watch me." He says through clenched teeth.

My lame excuse of a father took my phone away because I didn't come home after school. I ask him why it was so important for me to come home, but he wouldn't even tell me. I run up to my room and slam the door, making sure it makes a loud noise.

I'm not crying, my eyes are sweating.

I'm not sniffling, something just smells good.

I'm not frowning, my lips are just heavy.

I'm not punching myself, I just felt a bug on me.

I'm not wiping away tears, I'm scratching my eyes.

Fuck, I'm so sad with life. Why does everyone say that shit will get better? Nothing here is better. Nothing. I feel like I'm in a room that's closing in, I can't breathe, I can't feel my body. Completely numb. All I can feel is my shattered heart. How hurt it is. How bad it wants him, but my mind is keeping it away.

Fuck.

I want him so bad. I'm craving him. He's all I want, all I'll ever need. So perfect yet so dangerous.

It wouldn't be okay to tell you who it is.

Nothing seems to be okay with me anymore.

With my back against my door, I bring my knees up to my chest and scream.

I want it.

'No, honey. You need it.'

I don't even need to look to see where it is. My sharp, silver friend. The only one who's been there from the start.

And with a slash on each wrist, my body loosens up, and takes in that wonderful pain.

I don't need to wash off. Everybody fucking knows. My life's an open book, a clear case.

( 267 ) 849 -- 5447.

All I hear on the other line is whimpering. Without even saying hello or goodbye, I take off to his house.

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"What do you want." He said with a nasty tone in his voice. His eyes were bright red.

"You were crying on the phone."

"Phone? What fucking phone! You never called Krystal. Can't you get the hint? I want nothing to do with you. Nothing."

And there I was.

Standing at his door step, hurt and broken.

Shattered.

Damaged.

Fractured.

And destroyed.

Those 7 simple, deadly words replaying over and over again in my head.

I want nothing to do with you.

"I was just on the phone with you, and you sounded so hurt! All I want is for you to feel safe! Why are you eyes red, tell me. Because you were crying while I was on the fucking phone with you!" I yelled. I just want him to love me again, I want him to know I care now.

He pulled out his phone and showed me his screen. It was showing his call history, and I wasn't there.

I was so shot to pieces. I checked my call history, and there lied a different number.

Luke's number.

"Luke, I-"

"Luke? Who is Luke? Your new boyfriend? You've really moved on already, huh. My name is Michael. You need me to spell it out for you?"

And all he did was slam the door.

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kinda confusing i guess sorry lol

i'll explain it hah

basically if u read the longish definition at the beginning, you might understand but she has this disorder that means she can get very easily confused about those around her. she cant tell who is who but the rest of her brain works fine. so shes confused about michael (did u see that coming i hope not) and luke, and so luke is ballin his little blue eyes out while shes confused about her feelings for michael idek so its a luvvvvv tirangleee.

cute

srry for the inconvenience h8 me ples