Post by Catalin on Jun 16, 2007 16:58:38 GMT -5
Author's note: Not finished. I just haven't posted in awhile, and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer.
I threw my phone, growling. How could she do this to me? I ran my hand backwards through my hair on the side of my head, ruffling my black hair. When I brought my hand forward, I felt something scratch against my face. I quickly drew my hand away from my head and looked at my wrist. I saw the identification band from the hospital there.
A3257870708 15Y M 04/02/92
PAREARLO, HAYDEN 10/23/07
And there was a barcode on the bottom left side.
I felt like I was being sold, Diana put me up for sale and the hospital put me up for display. One of the buyers was Brandy, I needed to advertise more.
I sat up, walking to the spot I had threw my phone and picked it up. The battery was lying on the floor next to it and the back was nowhere to be seen.
I groaned, and then picked up the battery, putting it into the phone. I kicked a pile of cloths that lay on my messy floor, and then pounded Diana’s number into the backless cellular phone.
One ring. Two ring. Three ri-
“H-Hello?” asked a timid Diana; I heard her quick breath, along with someone else’s in the background.
“What’s so important that you need to ignore your best friend?” I growled.
“Hay, I’m sorry. I just… can’t.” she answered, then I heard a soft slap of skin on skin, “Will you stop it?” she whispered, though it was muffled, probably from her hand, so I knew she wasn’t talking to me.
“But I can’t.” whined a muffled male voice, “I can’t keep my hands or eyes off you, you’re just so gorgeous.” She then giggled softly.
A guy with my D? He was touching her?
“He better get his hands off of you before I castrate him.” I growled into the phone, Diana’s giggles stopped immediately.
“Hayden… I-I’m with my b-boyfriend.” She whispered, then swallowed.
Boyfriend? Since when did this happen?
“You have a boyfriend? When did this start? You whore! Go burn in Hell!” I ended, my voice choked, tears pouring from my eyes. I hung up the phone, letting it drop to the floor.
After about ten minutes I heard knocking on the door, and I quickly stood, moving to lock my door. When I had locked it I moved back to my bed, curling up under the comforter, burying my head under the pillow. I was more heartbroken than before- if it was possible.
When had she gotten a boyfriend? How long had they been together? Who was he? What made him better than me? Did he really love her? Or did he just love her body?
No one could be in love with her as much as me. I was sure of it. So what made him more important? What made this guy more important than my life? Did D not care about me anymore? She had fled when I had admitted that I loved her, was I so creepy that I was unable to be around? Was I not allowed to be friends with her because of my feelings? Even though they were out of my control?
Is it so bad that I love her? Is it so horrible that she must wish me death? Am I that terrifying? Should I really be locked up? Thrown in a white room with no sharp objects? Why did I deserve this? Why did I have to love her?
I drifted to sleep after falling to my floor, not noticing the seventeen cuts I had marked on my leg with the razor I clutched in my hand which was cutting into my fingers and palm.
Even unconsciously, my cuts had meaning.
I. L.O.V. E. M. Y. B. E. S. T. F. R. I. E. N. D.
Seventeen letters. They all had meanings, even when I wasn’t aware of the marks I made.
Love Is War And Our Hearts Are The Battlefield
Chapter Five
Chapter Five
I threw my phone, growling. How could she do this to me? I ran my hand backwards through my hair on the side of my head, ruffling my black hair. When I brought my hand forward, I felt something scratch against my face. I quickly drew my hand away from my head and looked at my wrist. I saw the identification band from the hospital there.
A3257870708 15Y M 04/02/92
PAREARLO, HAYDEN 10/23/07
And there was a barcode on the bottom left side.
I felt like I was being sold, Diana put me up for sale and the hospital put me up for display. One of the buyers was Brandy, I needed to advertise more.
I sat up, walking to the spot I had threw my phone and picked it up. The battery was lying on the floor next to it and the back was nowhere to be seen.
I groaned, and then picked up the battery, putting it into the phone. I kicked a pile of cloths that lay on my messy floor, and then pounded Diana’s number into the backless cellular phone.
One ring. Two ring. Three ri-
“H-Hello?” asked a timid Diana; I heard her quick breath, along with someone else’s in the background.
“What’s so important that you need to ignore your best friend?” I growled.
“Hay, I’m sorry. I just… can’t.” she answered, then I heard a soft slap of skin on skin, “Will you stop it?” she whispered, though it was muffled, probably from her hand, so I knew she wasn’t talking to me.
“But I can’t.” whined a muffled male voice, “I can’t keep my hands or eyes off you, you’re just so gorgeous.” She then giggled softly.
A guy with my D? He was touching her?
“He better get his hands off of you before I castrate him.” I growled into the phone, Diana’s giggles stopped immediately.
“Hayden… I-I’m with my b-boyfriend.” She whispered, then swallowed.
Boyfriend? Since when did this happen?
“You have a boyfriend? When did this start? You whore! Go burn in Hell!” I ended, my voice choked, tears pouring from my eyes. I hung up the phone, letting it drop to the floor.
After about ten minutes I heard knocking on the door, and I quickly stood, moving to lock my door. When I had locked it I moved back to my bed, curling up under the comforter, burying my head under the pillow. I was more heartbroken than before- if it was possible.
When had she gotten a boyfriend? How long had they been together? Who was he? What made him better than me? Did he really love her? Or did he just love her body?
No one could be in love with her as much as me. I was sure of it. So what made him more important? What made this guy more important than my life? Did D not care about me anymore? She had fled when I had admitted that I loved her, was I so creepy that I was unable to be around? Was I not allowed to be friends with her because of my feelings? Even though they were out of my control?
Is it so bad that I love her? Is it so horrible that she must wish me death? Am I that terrifying? Should I really be locked up? Thrown in a white room with no sharp objects? Why did I deserve this? Why did I have to love her?
I drifted to sleep after falling to my floor, not noticing the seventeen cuts I had marked on my leg with the razor I clutched in my hand which was cutting into my fingers and palm.
Even unconsciously, my cuts had meaning.
I. L.O.V. E. M. Y. B. E. S. T. F. R. I. E. N. D.
Seventeen letters. They all had meanings, even when I wasn’t aware of the marks I made.
