Save Me (A Madison Alamia Love Story)

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Name: Maite "Supahman" Muñoz

Age: 15

A lil bout me: Whale, I've been told I'm the "girl version of Madison Alamia", can't really blame them, we've been best friends since our diaper days. I know people would classify me as "emo" or a "goth" I know it's a label but it's true, when your parents disowned you and you have depression, you end up cutting, planning ways to kill yourself, trying to get out of the cruel life you're living.

"UGH! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE JAKE!!" I screamed at my now-ex, Jake

. This is the fifth time this week that we're fighting and honestly I couldn't take it anymore.

"I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY! YOU'RE JUST AN EMO BITCH!!!" He yelled back at me. Jake knew i had depression and he knew this hurt me. My eyes swelled up with tears as my vision was blurred. "I see how you feel" i whispered. With that I left crying in the pouring rain to my best friend Madison's house.

Madison open the door please I texted him

I'm coming He wrote back. He swung the door open and engulfed me in a hug once he saw and heard my sobs.

"What did he say this time" He asked me. I told him all of it and he stopped me when i got to the part where he called me an emo bitch. "That was too far" He said sighing and running his hand through his soft light brown hair. "yep" i said simply. "maddy, imma be in the bathroom. be right back" i said and i slightly pecked at his cheek. i ran to the bathroom and took out my spare blade from my pocket. "here's to the fighting" i said as i made another one of my famous red lines across my arm. "here's to the fact that i will never have madison" another slash on my wrist. "here's to the fact that not even my parents wanted me" the last slash. i cleaned up my blade, put it back in my pocket and washed my arm out as i left the bathroom. "what's that?" he said pointing to my open wrist. " nothing" i said covering my sleeve

He Slung me over his shoulder and carried me up to his room. "what happened to your clean days?" My best friend tells me with tears in his eyes. "They're gone" i replied, avoiding eye contact. As i finished saying that he kissed each one of my scars, each one of my cuts, "Come to tomorrow's meet and greet. i have something for you" He said with mystery in his voice. "ight. can i sleep in ur room tonight? i hate sleeping in the basement." "you don't even need to ask" he said patting the bed next to him. Wait, does he like me? No. don't be stupid Maite. I changed into my PJ's in his bathroom and got into the bed. i turned to face him and fell asleep quickly, my blue hair all over Maddy's arms.

"UGH! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE JAKE!!" I screamed at my now-ex, Jake

. This is the fifth time this week that we're fighting and honestly I couldn't take it anymore.

"I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY! YOU'RE JUST AN EMO BITCH!!!" He yelled back at me. Jake knew i had depression and he knew this hurt me. My eyes swelled up with tears as my vision was blurred. "I see how you feel" i whispered. With that I left crying in the pouring rain to my best friend Madison's house.

Madison open the door please I texted him

I'm coming He wrote back. He swung the door open and engulfed me in a hug once he saw and heard my sobs.

"What did he say this time" He asked me. I told him all of it and he stopped me when i got to the part where he called me an emo bitch. "That was too far" He said sighing and running his hand through his soft light brown hair. "yep" i said simply. "maddy, imma be in the bathroom. be right back" i said and i slightly pecked at his cheek. i ran to the bathroom and took out my spare blade from my pocket. "here's to the fighting" i said as i made another one of my famous red lines across my arm. "here's to the fact that i will never have madison" another slash on my wrist. "here's to the fact that not even my parents wanted me" the last slash. i cleaned up my blade, put it back in my pocket and washed my arm out as i left the bathroom. "what's that?" he said pointing to my open wrist. " nothing" i said covering my sleeve