Cursed

Part 33

Part 33

Evan’s POV

 ‘An empty room, I’m empty too

Everything just reminds me of you

So many things that I shouldn’t have missed

The more that I push and the more you resist

It’s easy to say it’s for the best

When you want more, well you leave me with less

I know you're fine, but what do I do?

I know you're fine, but what do I do?’

Someone was pounding on the door, interrupting my music. I groaned and wiped at my tear-stained cheeks before deciding it wasn’t worth it.

I flopped back down in the living room corner. I hadn’t moved from this place since they all left. I’ve just been sitting there, bawling and listening to ‘Fallout’ by Marianas Trench.

‘I’m awake and trying

While you’re sleeping like a baby beside him

I’m on the ledge, while you’re so

God damn polite and composed

And I know you see me and you’re making it look so easy

What comes and goes, I go without

I know you’re fine, but what about

(Fallout) fallout (fallout) fallout (fallout)

You're the fallout’

At least she wasn’t dating someone else.

Or maybe she was?

I cursed myself for being so unstable, then cursed myself again for the casual dismissal.

“Well now there’s him and now there’s me

The secrets you give and the secrets you keep

Nevertheless, it’s never your let

It’s more that I give and the less that I get

Don’t tell me to fight, to fight for you

After this long I shouldn’t have to”

Was she? Or wasn’t she?

I couldn’t think straight, and the frantic pounding on my door just made it worse. Each slam seemed to be driving a dagger into my mind, just adding rage to my gloom.

‘I know you're fine but what if I

(Fallout) fallout (fallout) fallout (fallout) fallout

Through the fallout

I know you’re fine, but what do I do’

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

I couldn’t take it.

“Jesus Christ! Just go away!” I screamed.

The pounding on the door went away, just as my iPod switched to another song.

‘No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore