Death By Depression
I'm So Sick Of Her Erm, Him*
Jimmy's POV:
This was it, I've had enough of Matt's bullshit. He left me for the 4th time. I'm done. I'm moving on. He's a dick. He's probably gonna go back to that bitch Zacky. I hate him. He's so annoying. At least my best friend Brian's here to help me.I drove to Brian's, my knuckles gripping the wheel so hard they're paper-white. I knock on his door softly, only to be answered by Michelle. "I'm here for Brian." I say, smiling. "He's in the music room, fifth door on the right, down the hall." She replied. I smile, walking towards the music room. I hear him working on the Scream solo, that's hard. I knock on the door loudly, so he would hear me. I walk in, and sit on one of the chairs. "Hey, Jim. 'Sup?" He asks, smiling. His smile fades when he sees my tear-soaked face. "Matt?" He asks, knowingly.I nod, feeling the tears well up again. "That motherfucker!" Brian said. " You'll get over him, Jim. Don't worry."
This was it, I've had enough of Matt's bullshit. He left me for the 4th time. I'm done. I'm moving on. He's a dick. He's probably gonna go back to that bitch Zacky. I hate him. He's so annoying. At least my best friend Brian's here to help me.I drove to Brian's, my knuckles gripping the wheel so hard they're paper-white. I knock on his door softly, only to be answered by Michelle. "I'm here for Brian." I say, smiling. "He's in the music room, fifth door on the right, down the hall." She replied. I smile, walking towards the music room. I hear him working on the Scream solo, that's hard. I knock on the door loudly, so he would hear me. I walk in, and sit on one of the chairs. "Hey, Jim. 'Sup?" He asks, smiling. His smile fades when he sees my tear-soaked face. "Matt?" He asks, knowingly.I nod, feeling the tears well up again. "That motherfucker!" Brian said. " You'll get over him, Jim. Don't worry."
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