“Taleen, we’ve arrived.” I feel somebody shaking me gently. Have I slept the whole way? The drive isn’t long, but I wasn’t tired. Maybe what happened drained me emotionally. I nod as I stretch my arms. My neck is stiff; my whole body is screaming with pain.
“Is everything okay?” Lisa asks me with concern.
“My muscles,” I mumble as I slowly get out of the car.
Everything is over.Taleenis officially out of my life. I’m such an idiot anyway. Of course, she wouldn’t want to be with someone like me. Why would she end up with an addict? Why would somebody like herend up with an addict? Why would she choose her very first partner to be an addict? She deserves better and I can’t be a better version of myself. I wish I could be better for her; I truly do. It was hard to hear her saying that she doesn’t like me. It was painful to have her call me delusional. It was hard to see the castle of hope I built in my mind crumbling over my head.
Ever since thenightJosh showed up at my door, I haven’t been the same. A part of me is always blaming me for all that happened, telling me that I’ve led Josh on, that I’ve made him think that I like him. The problem is that I do likehim,and I hate that I like him. I hate the fact that I’m falling for an addict. When it comes to relationships, I know I’d be the unstable one; I’d be the one who is always reluctant, the one who needs to be assured that I’m doing the right thing, that I’m not messing the relationship up. Josh won’t be able to provide me with that because he isn’t stable either. He’s torn between his addiction and his secret famil
I can’t believe I’m getting ready to go to Josh’s Halloween party. Lisa has talked to Owen about my attending the party and apparently, he talked to Josh, who said that there’d be no problem if I attended. To be honest, I haven’t expected that response. I expected him to say that he doesn’t want to see my face ever again and I’m not allowed to set a foot in his place. I check my costume in the mirror and smile to myself. I decided to go as a La Casa de Papel character. I have a red jumpsuit on and a black top underneath it. Lisa is wearing a Harley Quinn costume and Owen is going as the Joker. I’m still hesitant about going. I don’t want to spend the night alone while my friends are out there partying, but I also feel like it’s a stupid move to go there, to see him, and to look at him in the eye. I hav
“Ella! Ella!” I shout her name over the loud music as I take a glimpse of her among the crowd. She turns around and looks at me. “Where is Taleen? She was with you, I saw you two together. Where is she?” I frantically ask. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know how stupid I was to throw all those hurtful comments at her. I need to apologize to her. I shouldn’t have done that. “You think she’d stay?” Ella chuckles sarcastically at me. “You saw her leaving?” I ignore her sarcastic remark. I won’t even mind if she slaps me because I deserve it. “Yes, I did,” she informs me, and I throw my head back in frustration. How the hell am I supposed to fix this? I keep adding more salt to the cuts.&nbs
We’ve been sitting in the waiting area for around forty minutes and we haven’t been updated about her state. I still can’t erase her yelps and groans in her dorm room; she was in so much pain and we couldn’t do anything to help her. I wasn’t with them in the same car when we drove her to the hospital, but I can only imagine how the bumps in the road must have hurt her. “Should I call her family?” Lisa mumbles as she rests her head on Owen’s shoulder. “Just wait until we know what’s wrong with her,” Owen tells her. “Has the pain been this bad lately?” I ask Lisa. She would know better than anyone since she’s living with her. “The pain has definitely be
I have been back home for four days. My family isn’t giving me the chance to do anything. They’re giving me the complete luxury to relax and rest my exhausted body that screams in pain from the slightest effort I may exert. I’m either lying down on the bed or on the couch. I try to move my body from time to time by taking a thirty-minute walk around the block daily. I can’t just sit without doing anything; the doctor has also advised me to do that, so luckily, they don’t complain much when I say I’m going on a walk. However, somebody must accompany me in case my body decides to give up on me. George came yesterday to see me. I still can’t believe he flew from Seattle just to see me. I’ve missed him. I haven’t seen him in so long. The day he came, I wanted to jump out of my place and run to hug him, but my body was in pain to do any quick movements. I’m
I’m finally back to Portland. I returned two days ago and today I had an appointment with my doctor. She told me that it’s going to be a tough journey and I need to lay off stress as much as possible; this isn’t new, I have heard this before. What really irritates me is the fact that everybody keeps telling me that it’s going to be hard without even saying anything motivational. I’m being treated like I’m a fragile glass and I can notice their pity quite well. I hate this. I don’t need them to keep telling me it’s going to be hard or to treat me like I’m a delicate piece of art. I need them to motivate me, to tell me that I can do this. I need support and encouragement, not pity. I don’t need them to tell me how hard it will be. I need them to tell me that they know I can get through this. Weakness and sickness aren’t for me. I’m not the one to give u
I did it, I convinced her to come along with us. I can’t believe I managed to showup again atherroom. I thought she’d kick me out once I set a foot inside, but she didn’t, just like she didn’t kick me out when I showed up with Owen and Lisa at her house.I need to be very careful withTaleen. I almost lost her twice and I want someone like her to be in my life.The three of us walk inside my house where Owen already is; he has been waiting for us for over an hour. He