I miss writing so I figure out. Why make one again?
It was a normal day for Patricia, infact too normal that she can't wait to end the day.
She knitted her eyes rows together, how can everybody be happy everyday? She questioned. There was nothing to celebrate about. Except, the feeling inside her stomach.
She's with Eddie Miller now, Mr. Sweet's heartrob son. Every girl's dream boy was in him. Mara like him once. But she eventually, turned for Jerome.
And that was what Patricia's sick feeling was all about.
She watched them all lovely eyes for each other, that fact make her sick. She can't understand why above every boy that fells for her, she chose Jerome.
Maybe, he was charming. Handsome. Everything Patricia always wanted.
She plopped up to the corner of her room, where she usually think. It was her thinking place.
Her and Eddie's relationship were like a finger that passes through a candle light. It was exciting at first but when it ended, you realize that it was wrong.
She shouldn't be using Eddie as a distraction. she thought at first that he can replace Slimeball. But Slimeball cannot be replaced simply as that.
She knows that, but she doesn't know how much she doesn't see that she's not just inlove with Slimeball. She's also inlove with Jerome.
A burst of anger is all she can feel. Jealousy, pain, and regret. Why must Mara always take everything that she loves? Was Patricia not good enough?
She blink away her tears of frustration. Let alone burst into sad tears. The room is quiet, too quiet that her moans of hurt was hunting.
she wants him to see her. She wants him to feel guilty. She wants him to love her.
Regret, she thought about millions and millions. Again and again on how she can maybe. Just maybe, prevent herself from hurting before.
She once promised herself not to cry because if a boy. It was stupid. She once said. It was easy. Another lie.
"stupid, stupid. Stupid" the smell of blood covers her nostrils. She came to look around finding the source, it was coming from her wrist. It became a healing spot for her, her blade. It was the only thing stronger than her broken heart. It was a distraction from reality that she thinks she will never be loved.
She wonders what will happen if Jerome saw her? Nothing. She said
Her sacrifice was a lot better than Mara, everything she has been through for Jerome. Every innocent skin that was now permanently attached to her. Every tears that was silent sad words. Every hardship she took.
She let out a sigh and closes her eyes "that should be me Slimeball"
Calling all Girl Next Door Patrome readers! I re write it and it was now entitled as I'm just a Girl Next Door. Please, please review? It won't hurt right?
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