A Romantic Folly

Chapter 6

When I get back home and check my phone I see a text from Liam! I've never been so excited! We talk for over an hour before he asks me who I like.

Angela: yea. Do u like me?

Liam: yea that's what I said

Angela: cool

Liam: yea

Angela: gtg

Liam: ok bi! Txt me later ok?
But I don't text him back, because this happens;
"Why wont you talk to me about it?!"

Ash wouldn't stop asking me about what me and Liam were talking about over text message. I kept telling her I felt uncomfortable talking about it. I just wasn't ready to say it out loud. I had to keep reading the text to make sure I want imagining it.

I had play the how would you feel trick on Ashley, but ut didn't work. Over and over again I had to tell her no, but this is Ashely we are talking about. Over and over again she asked me and tried to convince me to tell her. Nick, from the other oovoo screen, told her to cool it.

"Well fine then. Guess you just hate me!" I made the most "WHAT?!" face imaginable at that.

"I do not! How could you even think that?" I quickly retaliated. I've been friend with this girl for a long time. I really loved her, in a friend-sister kind of way. Yet she thought I hated her? Rubbish! She continued to insist such stupid thoughts. I (and Nick) told her she was being ridiculous. Since Nick sided with me he got accused of hate too. God this chick is crazy! This realy hurts. Whenever I make Ash angry it hurts.

SUddenly she screamed "I HATE YOU GUYS AS MUCH AS YOU HATE ME!" and logged off. Nick and I sat there in shock. Then we both tried calling her back, with no luck.

"We should.. just let her calm down."

"Yeah." I replied. Nick logged off too. Now I was sad. And I felt worthless. I am worthless. All I ever do is screw things up! I hate myself. I'm stupid and worthless and no one cares. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... I kept chanting as I felt cool streams of tears slide down my face.

I look over to my desk. I see two options. Scissors, and my drawing pad.

I walk over

my hand is shaking

and I pick up the drawing pad. I start to draw the outline of an eye. I draw the outline of eyelashes. I fill them in and then i draw a sinlge tear coming down the drawing's face. Then I add a furrowed brow. Taking a look at my work I put the book back in its place. This has done little to curve my saddness. I pick up the siccors.

And I through them across the room. "No," I scold, "No we cant do that ever again."

I walk over to my bed and blast MCR, and even some other bands, into my ear. Again, I fall asleep crying. I do that a lot now. It's okay. Thats what I tell myself. No one will know. No one ever finds out.

I sleep dreamlessly. I wake with a wet face. 2:30 AM. Good thing there is no school today. I go back to sleep. A blissful thought runs through my mind. Maybe I won't wake up.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: This is based on a fight I always have with one of my friends that may be reading this. I'm owning up to that. Also nothing else is related to me except for maybe drawing! I love to draw. And bands mentioned! I used my computer for this chapter! Probs won't again cuz it's late now