reality-escapist15

I'm really glad you hurt me, maybe it will scar. Then I'll be who I want to be, and remember who you really are. I can't seem to forget you, tears build when and I try not to cry. I really hoped we'd be true, but now I really want to die. Get the fuck out of my head, I know that you no longer care. I know I'd be better of dead, and that you weren't really ever there. I'm not really glad you hurt me, and I'm hoping it won't scar. If not then I can be where I want to be, and be back in your arms.

After dinner, I go to tell Shelly goodnight. I find her in her bed, already asleep. I sit down on the edge of her bed, finding myself smiling at the sight of her. She's like an angel. A possibly bi-polar, sweet, little ginger angel. I almost laugh as I take her teddy bear and place it in her arms As I turn to leave, I notice on her nightstand, a small, pink and fuzzy book. Is that her diary? I pick it up and examine it. I glance at her one more time before tucking the book into my jacket and going to the kitchen. I sit down at the table and open the book. It's her diary. I feel bad reading it, I have to grounds for it, no reason to suspect

I flinch as he flies at me quickly, his arms suddenly around my in a bear hug. "Oh, I  knew you loved me." He swoons, and I clench my teeth. "Get off of me, you-" "You shouldn't swear in front of girls." Shelly says, suddenly at the fridge. Oh shit, has she been there the whole time? "You guys don't have any food, can't we go to Taco Bell?" She asks, shutting the fridge door and turning to us. I shove Keneith off of myself. Keneith smiles at her. "Sure,  get ready to go and it's my treat for both of you." I don't object to free lunch, and I go to the bathroom to brush through my hair. Leave it down, pull it up? Up, I guess. Usually up,