My Battle With Mental Health (Chapter 1)[page 12] Broken Dream

Ropes…  and tape it was hell for me… Jen and her practiced on each other, and that is how I got to know her that was how I got to know Jen… Ally an Jen got in to all of this stuff together. I found but when I asked her about their statues Ally said that they were nothing special.

“you two not even a thing… and yet you still managed to mess up her relationship.” I saw the Jen’s eyes light up with hurt.
“Your such… such an ass hat…” I was way pushed over the edge. I was losing it… I hated her… I hated the fact that she came back.
“You think just because you two used to have fun in bed that means she loved you? You are just like the ropes… an over exaggeration of being helpless!” as I said this… I took another sip… I got up and I went to the window again…

                The silence in the room was quite daunting. It felt like a lot of pressure was in the room. but I locked my eyes on to the singer, I was just watching her sing… as I was about to speak it was found that Jen spoke… her voice was shivering… honestly with what I said I felt like I just punched her in the gut.

“That’s not fair… you think… just because I got tied up you think I was helpless? If anything we both know the difference between being tied up and teeing someone up…”
“You two just had fun! That was it Jen… you were just a toy.”
“I can’t believe you are willing to say that! Your just a savage that messed up our perfectly good relationship.”
“Perf- perfectly good relationship! Are you insane ?! she was going to jump of a bridge… perfectly good relationship my ass.”
“we were happy.”
“HAPPY?! Maybe you were but she was not… that is not how relationships work.  “ As I turned around I took a few steps towards her… I could clearly see her hand shaking.

                I was so tempted to throw my bottle at her…  but as I raised my hand I heard a knock on the door. So I set down the bottle on the table and walked over to the door, and so I grabbed the door knob, and opened the door… And standing there was Ice. My jaw dropped… I did not even know what to say… what was I supposed to say. what was I supposed to do? Just stand there and look at her… But… this was an odd moment where Ice would come to me…

“Sander… We… we need to talk.”
                There was something wrong… something extremely wrong… What was I supposed to say? what was I supposed to do? It was clear that she needed help… red eyes… shaky hands… Blood stains on her jacket… seeing all of that was not a way to calm my mind… this was hard on my heart… pumping from the rage I felt for Jen… then if felt like my heart stopped when I saw Ice… she pushed passed me entering the room and closing the door behind her… I could not stop looking at her…

                Then that is where the night really started to go down hill… As Ice said one sentence I knew for a fact that this night would not end well…
“Oh Jen… nice to see you again”