Sequel: Among Broken Guitar Strings ›
Status: Done! Sequel coming/in progress.
The Redhead, and The Dreamer.
Bite.
With that, the love of my life was gone, and suddenly, I was spending every waking moment from about eleven in the morning to ten thirty at night camping out on my friend Crystal’s couch. I know I was really getting on her nerves with my moping around, but Crystal is beautiful. I don’t think anyone as bombshell as she is, with those sparkly blue eyes and shiny blonde hair, has ever felt unwanted once in their entire life. She couldn’t ever possibly understand. It was just something that was physically impossible for her to do.
“Can’t you go be emo at your own house?” she kept asking, and I kept telling her no.
“Isn’t it supposed to be really mentally and physically unhealthy to be depressed alone?” I asked her, only half-serious. “What if I decide to cut myself or something, and no one’s around to stop me from doing it?”
Crystal rolled her eyes. “Then at least keep quiet, and stop crying so much about it.”
That’s something I couldn’t do though. It kind of felt like Darren had taken a huge bite out of my spine when he left, and now I couldn’t support myself anymore even if I wanted to.
“Can’t you go be emo at your own house?” she kept asking, and I kept telling her no.
“Isn’t it supposed to be really mentally and physically unhealthy to be depressed alone?” I asked her, only half-serious. “What if I decide to cut myself or something, and no one’s around to stop me from doing it?”
Crystal rolled her eyes. “Then at least keep quiet, and stop crying so much about it.”
That’s something I couldn’t do though. It kind of felt like Darren had taken a huge bite out of my spine when he left, and now I couldn’t support myself anymore even if I wanted to.