Boring chapter. Go check out my new story 'cheese fries'. It's way better than this. (:
Chap 3
I had never felt so bad in my life. Clive had to get stitches on his face. I couldn't believe what I had done. Clive forgave me and asked me why I had been drinking. I told him what had happened and he sent me to a psychiatrist. But I couldn't forgive myself. I hated myself for doing what I did to him. He had been so nice and patient. That night, I opened the medicine cupboard over the sink and ate too many pills. Anyone can guess what happened next.
After being released from the hospital, I was sent to the shrink again. I didn't like her. She was thwarting my plan to kill myself. I didn't want to live. She said a crap load of shit like how Clive loves me and how he's worried about me but I was just too stubborn to listen. I started smoking and drinking more. I had started doing more horrible things. I stole Troy's girlfriend's diary and read it over the PA system, started a food fight in the cafeteria and kicked an innocent guy in the balls just because he tripped over my foot in the crowded hallway. Soon, I was known as the bad girl and everyone stayed away from me, even Troy and his friends. But Clive never gave up and I just wished he would leave me alone to suffer in silence. I didn't believe that anyone loved me. Even God. If He really truly loved me, he wouldn't have allowed my parents to die.
Nobody knows what it's like to see your parents die. To see them gasping for breath on the floor with blood coming out of their mouths and their eyes wide open, trying to stay alive for you, their only daughter. Nobody had to see all that when they were six. I had forgotten what love is since then.
Next chapter would be the last. I know it's short, I'm trying to write longer but I've lost touch for three years. Please review.
