Matt. This is a warning. Do not let it get to this point.
I'm so sick of the fighting. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of you.
You are always treating me…as if you understand what my life is like.
But you have no idea.
You use me.
I try to not let it bother me.
Because everyone does this now and then.
I'm used by everyone.
You'd think I'd be the type to use people instead.
But that's not how it is.
"Matt?" I say, opening the apartment door. "I'm back—"
And this is why I'm sick of you.
There you are…
On the bed.
A little, white haired freak underneath you.
"Explain." I say harshly.
You look up at me, you look confused.
He looks too.
"What?" you ask.
"It's over." I say, with all seriousness in my voice.
You start to sit up.
"What?" you ask again.
"IT'S OVER." I roar, pointing at the door.
I don't know if I want to scream or cry.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"GET OUT." I scream.
"Mello?" you ask.
"DON'T ASK. JUST GO." I point at the door again.
You…and him, begin to slide off the bed.
You both begin to redress.
"NOW." I scream.
I'm shaking.
I'm crying.
Stop taking advantage of me.
Stop hurting me.
You look at me.
"I'm sorry." You say.
"FUCK YOU." I snap.
You look at the floor.
He walks past you and leaves.
"I am."
"BULLSHIT." I reach to my side, pulling out my gun.
My hand shakes.
My finger is sitting on the trigger.
"Mello…?"
"GET THE FUCK OUT."
You begin to speak.
"Go away."
You walk past me.
"I never want to see you again."
And you walk out the door.
I never want to see you again.
I almost want to hate you.
Please stop hurting me.