I Just Want to be Happy
Last summer. I couldn’t believe this. Tanner came over and tried to get me in bed with him. I kept pushing him away, but he just wouldn’t listen. I managed to make sure he didn’t do anything too serious, but he tried to r*** me. I couldn’t believe him. He’s been telling me he loves me for nine months now then he tries to r*** me, and now he won’t even talk to me. Good, I don’t want to talk to him. I know I should tell someone, anyone, but I can’t. I don’t love him anymore. He’s hurt me so many times before, but this was too far. I do care about him though.
A month later. I’m trying to go to sleep when my phone lights up showing I have a text. I groaned. I just told everyone I’m going to bed. Don’t they listen? I looked at the screen and felt my mouth drop. I had deleted this number a month ago, but I still knew it by heart. I debated for a moment on whether I should read the text or not. After a couple minutes I decided to.
~Hey babe sorry for not txting my fone was broke got a new 1 tho~ I felt my blood rise. He made me think for a month he used me for just xxx. He made me go from not loving him to hating him. I don’t care if his phone broke. Our world does not revolve around texting. There are other ways of contacting me. He could’ve used his home phone and called or e-mailed me or even wrote me a nice letter. As far as I was concerned we were over a month ago.
~Don’t talk to me, I’m done with you, we were done a month ago~ I hoped he wouldn’t text back so I sat my phone back down. My hope failed though.
~Look I’m sry my fone was broke~
~Just leave me alone, we’re thru~
~B!+ch my f ing fone was broke I couldn’t talk to u!~ I felt my eyes get hot like they did every time he called me that. He apologized afterwards, but it still really hurt. I glanced at my dresser and saw my knife laying there. I’ve been a cutter since fifth grade. I used to only do it when I was honestly upset, but now it was every time I was hurt any at all. I quickly looked away. I promised Evelyn no more. I wondered if she honestly thought I would be able to keep this promise. I’ve been cutting myself for years. I couldn’t just wake up one day and say hey I’m done with this. It was a habit now. A habit I’ve been trying to break for months.
~There are other ways of contacting me~
~Wh03re! You’ve been sleeping around with another guy havent you??~
~No tanner but you’ve hurt me so much lately~
~F ing s!u+ go to hell b!+ch you never loved me you f ing b!+ch That really hurt. I couldn’t take it. I threw my phone against the wall and grabbed my knife. I quickly made a cut across my left wrist. I gasped at the pain, but I kept going and made two more. I sat and watched as a bled. It calmed me. At first the cutting hurt and got my mind off whatever else was bothering me, but afterwards watching the blood calmed me.
A month later. I’m trying to go to sleep when my phone lights up showing I have a text. I groaned. I just told everyone I’m going to bed. Don’t they listen? I looked at the screen and felt my mouth drop. I had deleted this number a month ago, but I still knew it by heart. I debated for a moment on whether I should read the text or not. After a couple minutes I decided to.
~Hey babe sorry for not txting my fone was broke got a new 1 tho~ I felt my blood rise. He made me think for a month he used me for just xxx. He made me go from not loving him to hating him. I don’t care if his phone broke. Our world does not revolve around texting. There are other ways of contacting me. He could’ve used his home phone and called or e-mailed me or even wrote me a nice letter. As far as I was concerned we were over a month ago.
~Don’t talk to me, I’m done with you, we were done a month ago~ I hoped he wouldn’t text back so I sat my phone back down. My hope failed though.
~Look I’m sry my fone was broke~
~Just leave me alone, we’re thru~
~B!+ch my f ing fone was broke I couldn’t talk to u!~ I felt my eyes get hot like they did every time he called me that. He apologized afterwards, but it still really hurt. I glanced at my dresser and saw my knife laying there. I’ve been a cutter since fifth grade. I used to only do it when I was honestly upset, but now it was every time I was hurt any at all. I quickly looked away. I promised Evelyn no more. I wondered if she honestly thought I would be able to keep this promise. I’ve been cutting myself for years. I couldn’t just wake up one day and say hey I’m done with this. It was a habit now. A habit I’ve been trying to break for months.
~There are other ways of contacting me~
~Wh03re! You’ve been sleeping around with another guy havent you??~
~No tanner but you’ve hurt me so much lately~
~F ing s!u+ go to hell b!+ch you never loved me you f ing b!+ch That really hurt. I couldn’t take it. I threw my phone against the wall and grabbed my knife. I quickly made a cut across my left wrist. I gasped at the pain, but I kept going and made two more. I sat and watched as a bled. It calmed me. At first the cutting hurt and got my mind off whatever else was bothering me, but afterwards watching the blood calmed me.
7 Comments
Interesting. i like nxt
Ohh... this is sad. :*(
Nice second chapter. (:
You cut yourself!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why????????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well i know why but is that true or is it just in the story????
That part is true. I've done it since 5th grade (I was 10). I'm almost 15 and a freshman now. I don't do it as much now. It's actually been a couple weeks I've been trying to stop for my friends.
There is no need to cut yourself! And it's a good thing that your trying to stop for your friends, but dont just do it for them, do it for all of your fans here on quibblo :) Your really brave if you had to go through all this, i would have just sulked away in my room!