I Still Love You ...

We went to McDonald's and Aimee ordered while I sat waiting.

I looked around and saw happy people.

Parents with children; girls and boys making out; girls and girls making out; boys and boys making out; friends sitting laughing in big groups.

I was jealous.

No-one ever cared about me.

Aimee said she did but I could tell she was getting sick of me.

She was hanging around for something, I just didn't know what.

She sat down with two cheeseburger meals.

I grabbed a load of fries and ate them all together, trying to shove them as far down my throat as I could without making it obvious.

My thoughts went back to my parents.

Not even they wanted me.

Well, dad was murdered trying to save my mum.

Mum saw what I had turned into.

She called me an attention seeker and said that if I wanted sympathy they'd give it to me in the asylum.

Then the place got a call and they told me she'd died of liver failure a few years later.

She'd turned to drink.

I started to choke and didn't realize.

My eyes were streaming and I could feel how red and hot my face was getting.

Before I could register what was happening, someone had dislodged the burger from my throat.

I took a couple of deep breaths.

"Thanks, I guess." I mumbled to the guy who had saved my life.

"No problem." He said in a sweet voice that I knew all too well.

"Stefan?" I asked, knowing it was him.

I looked up at him and he flashed me the smile I fell in love with.

"Yeah, babe. I've really missed you." He told me.

I tried to ignore my feelings.

"You should have thought about that before you left me." I replied, looking away from him.

"I think we should get back together ... I can't even remember why we broke up." He purred.

"I'm good. By the way, we broke up because I opened up to you and you judged me." I snapped, getting up and walking out.

I waited outside for Aimee but it took her ten minutes to follow me.

"What the hell took you so long?" I asked angrily.

"There was a cute guy so I had to get his number." She answered.

I rolled my eyes and took off in the direction of the asylum.

"I'm meant to walk you back." She yelled after me, running to keep up.

"You don't need to bother. Just go back to the cute guy, you'll like him more than you like me." I hissed, running off.