Chapter 1

"16 just held such better days, days when I still felt alive, couldn't wait to get outside.." ugh Blink-182... I reached out to change the tape, she is more of a My Chemical Romance girl anyways. I think she's a little obsessed with them. Every week she dyes her beard a different color, Just like that Gerad guy. You can't argue with her, Ken is Ken.

She was out waiting for me in her red all stars, a bright Canadian leaf across her chest and my tan cargo shorts. Its just like her to dress accordingly to the warm weather. I pull up into her driveway and she's already in a shit mood, I can tell. She gets in through the passenger side and slams the door shut. She pulls her Black Parade tape out of her little pink purse. There's no asking, its just ejecting my tape and tossing it in the back seat.

She always plays that one song "I Don't Love You" I dunno, does that mean something? We have been together for two years. She doesn't act like it though. she's fed up with me, I don't know what it is that I do though. we have been fighting non stop for the past two months. I put up with it though. it is one-sided B.S. she is the worst-

"ughhhhh Pewdiepie, i'm like hungry. Take me somewhere" she says it will a horrid tone. she points her eyes on me.

"hungry? Oh uh okay"

Not even a please Pewds. She is really demanding. I don't know where to go. Mcdonalds is too fattening, Subway is a lie, and Burger King is a rip off. Theres nothing else here she'll have for miles. "we're going no where"-BMTH

You know what i'm so done with the B.S if she is gonna act that way I get it. I don't have to be so nice. I'm breaking my back for her. She likes to scream at me, points out my flaws, tells me to go to hell and then calls me at 2 am begging me for forgiveness. If shes the hammer then i'm the nail. Im the one getting beaten on, the one stuck in place for ever. Shes the one suffocating me, shes the one bringing me closer to the end. Now the car is caving in, I can't hear the music and I can't do this, fuck, here comes the tears.

I pull over on to the curb.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"look Ken i-"

"DON'T YOU 'LOOK KEN ME' I'M SO SIIICK OF YOU. YOU CAN'T EVEN DRIVE A CAR!"

I cant process.

"get out" I murmured

"SPEAK UP YOU DINGUS" there was fire in her eyes. She had lost her temper, and I lost mine.

"I FUCKING SAID GET OUT" I screeched at the top of my lungs.

Her pupils dilated, growing and growing along with a sense of fear. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. My lungs constantly reaching for air, and yet my fingers are slipping; i'm not getting enough.

In awe she locks her eyes with mine. This is something she won't win. Something for once she cant take over.

Fucking ballsy. I unlock the car, signaling her to leave.

Another gasp.

She gently pulls back the handle waiting for me to beg her to stay.

Nothing.

She then continues to push the door out. Hot summer air rolls in like a wave. She drags out both her feet and lets out another sigh. She caresses her beard and pulls back her oily hair.

Still waiting.

she stands up facing the sun. takes two steps and builds anger.. growing from the ground up. with all her might, she slammed my car door .

she didn't look back at me . she kept her eyes on the ground and softly muttered out "when you go would you even turn to say, 'i don't love you like i did yesterday"