Trigger warnings: Edgey teenagers.
Saying goodbye was always hard.
No matter what the situation was, Arlene always had a hard time of letting go.This time was no different.
She wondered what it was this time that was her final straw.
Was it the loss of her dog? At a young age that prepared her for this? Probably not, but she thought about the little mutt more and more as the days passed.
Through out the days she couldn't feel anything - -
No matter how many times she pierced her skin.
No matter how many times she ran outside with little to nothing on.
No matter how many times she screamed her lungs out in the middle of the night, making her voice raw - as if she tasted blood.
What was it today?
Bickering. Fighting back and forth with one another. Every person in her life was starting to all become the same. Not even
he could make her feel better.
In fact
he made everything worse.
The constant back and forth fighting for dominance. The hitting, screaming, scratching at each other. Worst of all the name calling '
Whore' '
Cunt' always seemed to be the ones who pushed her to the edge.
Pursed lips, not on purpose, swollen from the night before - she looked disheveled, showing the cracks she was falling apart.
"
Are you fvcking serious?"
Though what he wanted to say -
"
You'll be fvcking back."No words, just a nod.
Combat boots meeting with the curb she was sitting on. Trying so hard to hold the flinching from her frame.
A snarl escaped irritated lips.
"
You're fvcking coward."
Words just thrown her way trying to get a reaction out of her.
Though she felt nothing, no - that wasn't true she felt disappointment.
She felt as though nothing was getting better and they were both on the edge.
The
big day was coming. An anniversary to remember.
"You'll regret it."
Finally having the words to speak out loud now as her fingers grasped tightly onto her long sleeves.
"
You fvcking wish."
There was no malice in his voice. No remorse, no emotion.
"
Same time next week?"
It was as if their banter was coming to an end now, possibly for good this time. A part of her didn't want that, a part of her needed it before it was to late.
A bittersweet smile crossed her painted lips, looking straight ahead as she heard the boots walking away from her. Trying to bat away the tears building up.
"Sure. I'll meet you here."
