Everything I said was a mistake.
This was a mistake.
I'm a mistake.
But mistakes can't be fixed once their already done. Before any of this happened, my life had a smooth flow. Now here I am, sitting down with tears trickling down my cheeks. My parents keep on reminding me that it's not my fault.
Yet again, it does feel like it's my fault.
And maybe that's because it is.
None of this would've happened if I hadn't said anything. But I did and this is my story.
Reality Alarm
Note: This story does not have excessive cussing or "certain scenes". And if you want a better description, I made an authors description in the first part.
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.