Hey, nuggets.
Here is something I have been working for on a long while. It would mean a lot if you let me know what you think.
It is the beginning of a short story I am writing. Please let me know what you think. Soon, once I finish, I may put it all up on blog.
Enjoy.
"Break Up"
Melissa dumped me today. So, obviously I threw a fucking fit
and now I won’t ever see her again. In fact no one else will ever see her. I
don’t really know what the fuck I can do now.
I can barely function. We’ve been together for so long.
1825 days.
Now I have to remember to continue, just one less. Which, is
actually really good on the wallet, so there is that. Is it selfish to feel
like that? Or is it that I still can’t really come to terms with what just
happened. I feel sickened by the events that have taken place.
Jesus fuck. What the fuck? What is happening?
I feel like im breaking down. Everything is falling out of
place. I need to talk to someone, or at least actually have someone here with
me, even if we can’t talk.
I need David here. He’s been there for me since middle school
and he knows what to do in situations like these. When I needed to sneak out, he would help out.
Always telling my parents we would spend the night at his house, and seeing as
how our parents also knew each other before they even wed, they had no problem
letting me spend the night, giving me the ability to go to Nancy’s house, or
Regan, or Dany, or whoever the fuck I dated from that point in life and vice
versa. David is the only person who
would understand me and not judge me.
I should send him a text and have him come over. He usually
doesn’t work on the weekends and we did have plans to go see the new Nolan
movie.
Once he arrived, I felt a bit better. It also has something
to do with the beer I have in my fridge.
“I bring you the Gandalf!” He presented his long pipe, just
like the one that Gandalf the Grey would smoke out of. The Gandalf would only
be brought out when one of us was having a bad day, which apparently was every
weekend. It was packed with weed that smelled like sweet oranges, “You will
feel a heck of a lot better once I am through with you.”
He removed his jacket and set it down on the table and made
his way to the kitchen.
“You want another beer?”
“Yes please,” I responded. As he rummaged through the kitchen
to grab the drinks, I began to spill my feelings on the matter that was on my
mind.
“Melissa dumped me today.”
As he came out, he stood there and after a few seconds, he
handed me my drink and handed me his pipe, ”Take a hit man, what happened?”
“She said I change,” I said as I exhaled, “But all that is
bullshit, her friends have been telling her to dump me for years, man.” I took
a chug of beer.
“But why, you’re the best, you know aside your idiotic
tendencies,”
“What tendencies?” He managed to make me laugh,” She said
I’m not the same from five years ago. She took her shit out before she said
anything to me. She moved out and then decided to drop something so massive.
She left all the rent money for the remainder of the lease. So, obviously, she
put some time in to this.”
“Jesus Christ, Henry. She left the remaining rent? You have
like four months left! I wonder how long she thought about this shit. What a
cunt!”
“Yo, Watch your language! Even with her and her shit gone, I
feel like I can still sense her, as if she was still here, you know?” I take
another drink,” Her spirit remains,” I add, while I look around the apartment.
“No, but what you’re going through is some fucked up shit. I
know how much you feel for her and still do, but that bitch, oh excuse me, that
chick did you like that? Had you for five years, and she had the life! What
else did she want? She had a home, a pet, an amazing lover, I’m sure,” He gave
me a look and smiled, “She lost her fucking mind! She doesn’t know what good
is,” He exclaimed.
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