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Falling Apart (Requested)

Requested by: jowebb01

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I'm here again, another day in his bed. Another sleepless night. My eyes sag as I desperately try to keep them open. I can't let myself fall asleep. If I do then the memories will come back. The fighting, screaming, crying, pretending everything is okay when it's obviously not. The trying to fix things but failing, the hurt, the pain, the storming out in a fit of rage, the driving away at 59 miles per hour. The pulling into his garage, the screaming, the attempt to calm me down, the brake downs. All of it, coming to haunt me in my dreams. My parents have been fighting like no other for the past few weeks and it's seriously taking a toll on me. I'm constantly being told to pick a side, deciding who's right or wrong. My parents need to realize that putting me in that kind of situation is...damaging to me. It tears my heart to see the masked pain in their eyes when I pick the others side. When I tried confronting them about it I was basically told to shut the fuck up because I don't know a thing about love and heartbreak. At least they were able to agree on something for a few short moments. In pure rage and anger, I stole their car key and drove off to my best friends house, Michael. He was always there for me, ever since I was a small child. His parents separated before he was born so this was one of the few topics he didn't know how to approach. Both of us were lost in what to do. His mother was on a business trip for a few months when this all happened. His dad would pop by every few days to make sure everything was okay but I couldn't bring myself to face another adult. My parents haven't tried contacting me once in the past 4 weeks I've been crashing at Michaels. Past of me thanks them for giving me space but the other part is hurt that they can't even bother to send a simple "Are you okay..?" Text. All Michael has been doing is comforting me, day and night. Going and getting a few days worth of clothes from my house in the first week I've been there. Giving me food, advice, hugs, a place to sleep. Everything you could ask for. Anything I wanted he did for me. Michael was never a perfect person. He would always loose bits of his hair from dying it so much. He has a little scar on his right ear from playing with fire. He's a little insecure about it stomach around the beach because he doesn't have a six-pack. His voice does this weird higher pitched squeak when he's shocked or excited. He spends most of his time playing video games or sleeping or eating or with his growing successful band. He's not perfect. But in this moment, he's doing everything absolutely perfectly.