I was insecure and afraid.
But when I met you I came out of my shell.
Everything was perfect.
The words you said.
The way you'd kiss and hold me.
I fell for you hard and fast.
Then I introduced you to her.
You suddenly lost interest in me and I tried to make it work.
But then I went to her house.
She wasn't expecting me.
She was one of my best friends.
I walked up that flight of stairs and toward her bedroom door.
Then I heard something.
And when I opened the door?
There you both were tangled in the sheets.
You both smirked at me.
Then you said the words that shattered me.
"Did you really think I'd want to stay with you when I could have her? You meant nothing to me in the first place."
Then you went back to what you were doing.
I ran from her room.
Down the stairs, past her mother who looked confused.
Out the door and out onto the street.
I remember what happened next.
I drank.
At 15 years old, I drank far too much.
I woke up the next morning wishing I was dead.
Then I remembered what happened and shut myself off from the world.
I went back into my bubble and was once more anti-social.
I was like that for a long time.
I kept up a facade so that family and friends never knew.
Amy never knew.
No one except me and those two people knew.
I cried for days and barely ate.
My mum still didn't know.
Then a few weeks ago, it all came back.
But this time, I had help.
Chloe and Frankie.
They talked to me and helped me to be strong again.
Without them, I wouldn't have written this.
I still don't trust much.
But I'm getting there.
~Cass~
