Matteo

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I find myself writing this at 12:38 am... I have had you stuck on my mind for a while now. I wonder if you're upset with me or not? I ponder on the thoughts that my actions could leave you hating me. Will you ever forgive me. Thoughts like this continuously control my mind. All I could think about is how you always blame me for the loss of your baby. Then you became even angrier at the world. I couldn't even sleep because of how much hatred filled the air.

You scared me more than death. All I was to you was a way to get money. I look at myself in my mirror now disgusted with how I look. I hate that I'm so disgusting. You made me a slut you practically trained me to only know how to please men and women. That's all I know how to do. I feel like a dog that has been kicked constantly.

Why did you do this to me when you told me you loved me. Addy can't you see I love you. I miss us. Those words filled the paper as I lay in my tub trying to wipe away the blood in the water. It's always a constant cycle of rubs full of water with me. I can never let old wounds heals I suppose. But oh well I still have the cut on my leg you told I better never let heal. I just reopened it. I'm scared you'll find me even this far away. So if you do I hope it's after I've changed my identity or after I've killed myself. I don't love you anymore. These cuts are a reminder of it.

You are a terrible person.

I climbed out of the tub let the water out and cleaned my fresh wound. Then I threw on some clothes and laid in bed. "Oh hey Matteo are you free I need help?" Mason called from the doorway. I smiled and jumped up. "Always willing to help a friend"

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