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It was now June 12th, 5 months after Brian and I had met for the first time, and I had something planned. we’re gonna go to the beach and have a picnic, and Ill play the ukulele for a crowd that had gathered for me. I turned off the radio and just walked into the house, and to his room to open the door, and…
Snap
Im broken
I open the door to makayla on top of brian, in the middle of a makeout session. He looks over at the doorway, at me, and threw her off of him. He sat there stammering, begging for forgiveness, and makayla looked… Broken. I just had one look on my face
Disappointment
“Please, listen to me,” he begged, “just listen.” he looked about as broken as Makayla.
“No, this is my fault. I should’ve known that this was a dream. You two enjoy yourself, im gonna go try to wake myself up.” I said with a fake smile as I threw my gift, the song, to the floor and walked out of the house. I started up my car and sped off, back to my house.
Why didnt I see this coming? Makayla is so much better than me in every way. She sings better, has better grades, has more money. Hell, at least her mom’s alive. The voice in my head said. And at this point, I agreed with everything it said.
I sloppily pulled into my driveway and jumped out of my car, texting my friends. “I love you all, but I have to say goodbye. Its really none of your fault, I just miss my mom way too much.” the text read as I mass sent it, immediately getting numorus responses. I couldnt care less though.
I swiftly ran into the house, looking in the freezer, pulling something from the bottom. Ciroc, peach flavored vodka. Damn, ive missed you. I then ran to the medicine cabinet, opening it and looking for the perfect one. There she is, my pretty little baby.
Zanax.
I opened the bottle and poured the whole bottle in my mouth, washing it down with the ciroc. Dont go down looking like youve been crying for a century, the voice said, making me pull out my makeup box. I then pulled out my blue matte lipstick and applying it sloppily on my lips. I then threw on some blue eyeliner and mascara, quickly making the blue run down my face. And at last, pulled out a contact case and opened it.
Were gonna go out with ocean eyes.
I slipped the blue contacts in and stared at the person in the mirror, hearing a banging on the door. Look at you, my baby. Where have you been? Well, no matter, your back now. My brain said as I scooted down the wall and into a corner.
I… Ive missed me.
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