Every day was the same for Max. He just stayed at home, dwelling over many memories of when people had hurt him…and all he wanted was to go and hurt them back. Max had been like this for ages, and things had gotten so bad that he had actually begun to lose his mind, but of course he didn't realise this. While he thought that he was thinking clearly, his family, and his few friends thought that he had become extremely odd lately. Most evidently was the fact that Minnie, the girl who had brought him to this point, had become aware finally of just how much she had hurt him, and whether it was intentional or not, she insisted that she never meant to hurt him, and she promised to be there for him whenever he needed a friend.
But the thing was, Max had become so deluded by his thoughts that he could not see that Minnie was genuinely sorry, and wanted to be his friend. Every time he made an attempt to cut her off, she would come back, more upset each time, and reassure his that she "wasn't going anywhere". But still, Max just could not see how she possibly could care about him, after all the shit she had put on him at school.
Still, Max found that he still had a painful crush on her, and had become addicted not just to talking to her, but also to see her upset over him. He knew it was sick but he couldn't help it…he wanted her to suffer to properly prove that she was sorry.
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Max sat at the computer, looking at Minnie's picture on facebook, his face still hurting from his outburst that morning. He so desperately wanted to talk to her, but he knew that he shouldn't…he didn't want to let her in.
"There's no fucking way that bitch is coming back" He mumbled to himself, as he gulped down half a beer, which gave him a sickening feeling at the pit of his stomach.
Out of all the things Max had become, at least he wasn't an alcoholic, in fact he had no addiction to any alcohol or drugs…apart from anti-depressants, even though they seemed to do nothing. This wasn't all good news for his family though, because what they weren't aware of was that Max had formed a different addiction, an addiction he hoped to keep a secret. To look at Max you wouldn't see anything that odd, apart from his overall unattractiveness, and his recent loss of weight. But if you were to see him without his clothes on, then you would realise that there was nothing normal about him. As he assumed that everyone would think if they found out, he was "a fucked up little cunt" .