Chained
One
The Start of it All
Do you know what it's like to love someone and not have them love you back? That aching pain in your stomach, that jealous look you get whenever you see them hugging and kissing each other? Well, I know how it feels. It hurts. This is my story.
I loved her, right from the very start. That's the only bit of my story I'm absolutely clear about. I still wonder if this was all a dream, but then I'd get an email from one of them and it'd all come back to me. Still, I do wonder whether if this all didn't happen, I'd be the person I am today. Probably not.
It started when I was. . . I dunno, fifteen? I don't really remember the age, but I do recall that I was quite young, and living at a boarding school. I'd been there since I was 5, which seems a long time, but time flies when you're not having fun. I never saw my parents after the day they dropped me off, which now could be twenty years ago in a month or so.
My spiral downwards into depression began when she started dating that meathead. At first, I tried to be supportive (or as supportive as I could be), but soon I just couldn't hold it in anymore. And when I got that call that changed everything, I knew that everything was wrong, and nothing could ever be right again.