Monster

  People stare at me as I walk by them on the streets. They lower their voices and whisper to their friend,"That girl, she's a motherfucking monster. But yet everyone loves her." I only laugh because it's true. I am a monster. I crave the feeling I get when I hurt people. Not physically hurt but emotionally and mentally. I crave the moment when I lean forward and tell them I never loved them. That they were nothing to me and that they will never matter to anyone. The range of emotions that fly around in their eyes-rage, despair, guilt, embarrassment, sadness-seeing them makes my heart beat rapidly. Yet, I've realized, even though I'm labelled as the 'monster' or 'heart-breaker', I can still make people bend over backwards for me, despite them knowing all too well what will happen once they start to get a bit too attached.

My room was filled with smoke at the dead hours of night when my phone rang. I took a drag off my lit cigarette then put it out before I answered. " 'Ello?"

"Cassie?"

"Aye. What is it?"

"Okay. It's me, Sissy. I just go the news. Bree's just overdosed. They don't know if she's gonna make it. Dude, it's really bad. I think you need to get down here and at least see her just in case. I'm already on my way. I still need to call Trent and tell him."

"Shit,"I got up from my bed and began to pull on clothes and a heavy jacket." You driving?"

"Yeah. I'm in my mom's car though. Blake had to use mine earlier because he's just visiting and he had to make an emergency run to the store and still isn't back."

"Aye. Let me call Trent for you then. You're probably shaky enough already and we don't need you to wreck tonight."

"Oh thank you! I was dreading giving him the news. God, she's such a stupid girl. Why would she do this?" the rest of what Sissy was going to say was covered by her crying.

"Hey, Sissy, calm down. She's gonna pull through. She always does, doesn't she? Stop crying and focus on the road. No reason for you to be in the hospital too."

She sniffled a couple of times. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just scared. She's like y baby sister and I can't even begin to understand why she would do this. But I should probably let you call Trent now. See you at the hospital."

"Aye. Bye, love. Be careful." I hung up on her then put in Trent's number as I slipped on a air of boots that were laying around on my floor. He answered after the phone had been ringing for a good minute. "Hello?" He had obviously been asleep.

"Aye,Trent."

"Cassie? What the fuck-"

"Trent, Bree's overdosed. She's at the hospital right now. Get your ass up and get going. I'll pick you up in five. Got it?"

"Whoa what the hell!? She's fuckin' overdosed?" I heard the sound of sheets and blankets being shoved off and him running around.

"Apparently. Sissy called me and she's already on her way."

"Fuck." Trent only said this and then hung up. I shrugged then walked downstairs and grabbed my car keys. I decided I would just call mom when I got to the hospital and tell her what happened. I rushed out the front door, not bothering to hide the slam and jumped into the black SUV that I was proud to call mine and began to drive as fast as I could to Trent's which was just a couple streets away.

He was already standing out in the driveway when I got there. I saw him standing there dressed in a simple pair of jeans, black jacket, and black shoes. His dark brown hair was messy and there were bags under his eyes. "Aye, you need us to stop at a coffee shop on the way there?"