68. You're The Reason

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He used to call me beautiful

until he opened his eyes

for the first time

and called me the words

he said would never come out of his thin lips.

He called me "ugly"

and he broke me.

He threw me in the trunk of his car

and dropped me off in an alley

alone.

broken.

shattered.

When I told him to shatter me

I never thought he would do this

because this isn't just shattering me

this is destroying me,

ripping my insides out

and leaving them on the table

that we ate our first meal together at 

as a family.

He destroyed the only person

he had a future with.


Now he devours every girl he meets

showing them how much he "loves them"

when he'll only devour them for a day

and throw them out

like trash.

But I thought I was his favorite piece of trash

the kind of piece that he would dig for to find again.

But what I realized

in my bed in this cold,

damp,

mental facility,

is that he never cared about any of us.

"Any of us?" 

he asked

All the girls in my hall in the mental facility

the girls you ruined

and I was their only way of surviving

until he came back 

to visit me

and he called me "ugly"

again,

and I slipped back into my mind

to vacation on the soft sand of my psychotic brain.

We all live there

all of us,

the girls he devoured and killed

we vacation together,

and find guys who treat us right.

Because that wasn't him.

Too bad all it is

is a perk of my psychotic brain

that he created.

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