Bitter Sweet • Solby

☠ Chapter Five ☠

[Sam's p.o.v]
I sit silently in the living room, seeing Colby imposing my view of the tv.

"Why do you hate me?" I ask him, bluntly.

"I don't hate you"he says, sternly.

"Oh really? Then why do you act like I'm a person who ruined your life?"I ask, crossing my arms.

"Because- nevermind. You wouldn't understand" and with that, he stormed off.

I scoffed and uncrossed my arms, changing the channel.

Spongebob is on, and I feel a smile creep onto my face.

But, my smile kind of fades when memories come back. Me and Colby watched spongebob the day he asked me out.

I sigh, looking down at my lap, trying to prevent tears burning in my eyes.

My mom probably hates me.

But, it honestly doesn't matter anymore. No one likes me.

I'm 17 with no one who truly cares for me.

I wish I could be another person, at least for a day.

I wish I didn't have this fucked up life.

Colby can deny the fact he hates me all he wants. He does hate me. He does.

I scream out in frustration, and throw the pillow. It hits a vase, shattering it. I didn't care and I starting sobbing hysterically.

I feel like ripping my hair out. I decide to go out for some fresh air. Maybe take a walk to the park.

I throw on a hoodie, and rush out the door not wanting to hear crap.

I run, I run as fast as I can to the park.

I couldn't help but smile as I arrive at the park. Little kids running around, playing tag. I wish my life was like that. But, things just don't go your way I guess.

But, I'm honestly used to it.

I would be left home for hours and hours on end. It drived me insane to the point where I talked to myself.

I had no friends. I wasn't Allowed to have friends. My mom and dad always said they didn't want any bad influences on me. But, if anything they were the bad influence. My siblings were allowed to have friends, but not me.

I was kind of like that kid that watched in the distance while other kids played.

I never realized how depressing my life was until now . I sit down on a swing. Again, memories flowing back. Colby took me here on our second date for a picnic.

I love Colby. He just doesn't love me back. Even though he puts all this stress on me, I know there's something good in him. I could just feel it.

The old goofy silly Colby was the Colby I wanted back.

The one who smiled always.

The one who laughed at your jokes even if they were the worst.

The one who loved everyone.

I hope one day he'll change again.

Only, this time to the old Colby.

Maybe I can help. Maybe I'm just imposing.

Maybe I need to get away from him.