fifteen pt 1🎀

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Now, I know something children cannot. Somehow good is never truly good and bad is never truly bad. Just like me. I wish we played another round on the other side, switched ends so you could see me for who I am. If I had told the story would I have been the villain? Would people whisper and threaten? Would you have been treated how I was? We shall never know.

No matter how many tears are shed and how much I pull my hair I cannot find anything in myself to forgive you. I cannot forget what you did. Make me be the villain when I was only the victim of your twisted game.

I cannot forgive but I will forget.

Drink after drink, the fiery liquid twists down my throat as my eyes water and stomach churns at the taste. Disgusting but effective. I knew this was bad, I knew I shouldn't do this. The feeling of being free of responsibility felt like a deal with the devil but I did not care. I did not care. I do not care. I've played all my cards.

I sit on my floor, tear stain tissues serenading me and only whispering to myself horselike with my raw throat, "I guess the games over friends, have fun playing without me"

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