I loved him.
I did.
I had never loved anyone before but now I loved with my whole being.
It split me open.
My guts spilled out on the floor at Flynn’s feet.
He owned me. Completely.
There was no coming back from this.
Flynn had reclaimed me.
-Flynn-
Many years ago…
I didn’t talk to Ellie anymore.
She was trying to say something to me in English class and I told her to shut up. Her hair was blue again.
I hated it.
I hated her.
She hurt me.
Her friends called me tard boy when I got to school this morning.
Ellie laughed too but then she said she was sorry to me later.
She always hurt me.
I was tired of feeling sad.
Mom said she wasn’t a real friend and this time I didn’t get mad.
Ellie wasn’t my friend.
She was mean.
I didn’t like mean people.
Why did my chest hurt?
“Please, just talk to me, Flynn!”
I didn’t want to talk to Ellie.
But she was looking sad and I didn’t like her to be sad, like I was sad.
I had to go to the cafeteria and eat my lunch before Stu took it. I was hungry. Mom had packed me chicken salad. It was my favorite.
“I’m sorry! Can I come over?” she asked.
I liked her coming to my house. It made me happy. She wasn’t mean when she was at my house.
