The smell at Tim Horton’s has always set me off. There is something about that blend of coffee and chemicals from the cleaning products that makes me want to leave the place as soon as I get there. Tim Horton’s is unfortunately Nicolas’ favorite place in Saint-Bruno. It’s also the only place opened after 10 pm, so I can’t suggest hanging out somewhere else. I could suggest not to hang out with him anymore. That would be great. So great. But he would kill himself. So here I am, at Tim Horton’s. Great. I could be doing homework right now, I haven’t finished the English assignment due tomorrow… Fuck, I’m going to have to pull another all-nighter. As if my dark circles weren’t dark enough… “-Are you listening to me right now?” I’m not. “Sorry, …show more content…
I was just thinking I’ll have to go home soon. There’s this homework I need to finish.” Nicolas sighs. He has his classic dog-about-to-get-hit-by-an-18-wheeler-on-the-highway expression. He embraces me with his floppy arms and rests his heavy head on my shoulder. I can feel his greasy hair on my cheek and his warm breath contaminating my air. I want him to get off me, but I stay still. “You can’t leave me. I’m about to kill myself and all you’re thinking about is school? Don’t you have a soul? Don’t you love me? I love you. I love you. Don’t go. Please…’’ He’s right. He’s the priority. I need to help him. I need to save his life. I’ll care about mine when he’s better. ᴥ ᴥ ᴥ The psychologist is staring at me as if he wants me to say something. The room is cramped and beige, just like you’d expect a school therapist’s office to look like. The tall man shyly breaks the silence. “So, what are you here for today?” I explain to him my situation with a very cold and stoic face. My friend wants to kill himself and I’m the only one who knows. I just need to know what to do with this ticking time bomb I’m clumsily trying to defuse. “Well, one thing’s for sure. You need to stay by his side and keep supporting him the way you do.” Of course. What kind of uncompassionate asshole would let a friend down at a time like this? “Anyways, you seem to be managing this well. Keep being as strong as you are, your friend is lucky to have a rock like you in his life.” At least I look like I’m holding it together. ᴥ ᴥ ᴥ My mother and my stepdad are staring at my red and puffy face as I try to formulate the right sentences.
What I want to say is crystal clear in my head, I just can’t seem to articulate it. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. “I hate him”, I blurt, immediately terrified by my own words. As much as I disgust myself saying it out loud, as much as it makes me feel a thousand pounds lighter. “I can’t do it anymore. I hate him. I hate his pitiful face I hate his constant mourning I hate how he treats me I hate that he loves me I hate that he needs me I hate how he insults me I hate how he discredits my feelings I hate how selfish he is I hate myself for saying all of this, but I hate him.” If Nicolas was a music band, he would be Fugees, because he is killing me softly. I think the song’s over …show more content…
now. ᴥ ᴥ ᴥ I’ve never seen this expression on his face.
Pity, sadness, anger, mourning, misery, I thought I’d seen every bad feeling on Nicolas’ traits. But this is new. His mouth is distorted, his eyebrows are so low they’re practically tickling his chin, his eyes are screeching, his eyelids are as open as my legs after one too many drinks. I would call this face suffering of distress. He has been crying and yelling at me for a good ten minutes. I have been staring blankly at his breakdown for a good ten minutes. Great, now he’s rolling on the ground. That’s not overly dramatic. “Give me one last chance. Please, you’ve got to give me one last chance. I love you. You can’t let me down like this. I’m gonna kill myself.’’ ‘‘I’ve already told you everything I needed to tell you. Now, please leave my house and get help.’’ ‘‘How can you stay so stoic? How can you care this little about me? Don’t you have a heart? You want me to kill myself, do you? You’re a monster.” You know what, maybe I am. Maybe I’m a heartless monster who wants his friend to kill himself. If choosing to save myself over another makes me a heartless monster, be it. I’d rather be a living monster than a dead
friend.
“I think that he doesn’t deserve you”. He stared back at me with those eyes that will stick with you way after the conversation is over. “Well I wish I just became a movie star with all the money, and the fame,
“Then weakness will be your plea./I am different. I love my brother/and I’m going to bury him, now.”
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"It’s no problem of mine but it’s a problem I fight, living a life that I can’t leave behind. But there’s no sense in telling me, the wisdom of the cruel words that you speak. But that’s the way that it goes and nobody knows, while everyday my confusion grows."
“I’ve got life, I’ve got love, I’ve got faith and that’s enough. We feel sorrow, we feel pain, but there’s sunshine after rain. So I’m alright.”
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“I love you now- Isn't that enough? I can't help the past.” She began to sob helplessly. “I did love him once- But i loved you too.”
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“I love you. I can love you like nobody else could. If I can’t have you, nobody can have you”
I don’t know if you believe it when I tell you, but I love you. I know you’re not perfect and that there’s times where you’re not going to believe me, and I get that. That’s why I haven’t given up on you as people tend to say you shouldn’t give up on something you love, and it’s something I also strongly believe myself. I’ve been trying to cope with me having no one to talk to and it’s been hard. I don’t trust anyone like how I trust you.
“Your friends told me you needed help. I cannot fix your problem, but I help your realize what your heart already knows.”
"'Never again.' That's what I said to myself. 'I never want to feel your kind of pain again.' Just when I think it's over, just when I think it's through... I find myself back in love with you."
"I regret putting so much time and emotion into one person, when that one person should have been me."
“I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on any longer in these terrible times. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight and longer. I owe all my happiness to you but cannot go on and spoil your life.”