Getting it Back Together.
Sunday, 7 July 2013 @ 14:03 | 0 Comment [s]
I dismissed CP, although I wasn't angry anymore. And that made the first meeting.
Who knew, he began to pick out the rest of the gang as well. Apparently he found their old works as well, what a coincidence. And he said the exact same thing to them. And more. In essence, he broke us apart enough. And that's where the personal attacks began. The gang wasn't backing me up anymore, on top of that.
What was said about me? That I slept with one of the council members. How cute, the fact that there wasn't any specifics. Especially since CP is a part of the council as well. When I went back to collect my old works from CP under said person's instructions, I had incense ashes (the ones like you'd see in temples) thrown at me. I was tripped and kicked, but that was fine. I still could bear it.
Just not this part. I went up, only to find CP burning my works gleefully. Eight months' worth of it. What I remembered that I screamed was, "You filth, scumbag, waste of space, life, and energy...!"
And all CP did? Cock an eyebrow and say something amongst the lines of, "You're the filthy one. Don't you have any respect for yourself?"
Someone completely went over to the dark side. My newer works went missing. And I never saw it again, until approximately two weeks ago. A day or two after I last blogged, I found my works again outside my door. In a bucket. Soaking in some sort of blood-red material. Nearly another year's worth of works.
I called the rest of the gang up, but nobody responded to me.
Except S. .
And he told me everything. That the someone who spread the news out also ruined my work. And he was in the know of it all. His works were burned long ago, and he knew that too, because he burnt it himself when we left. He knew everything that had happened, but he couldn't back me up. Because he knew too much.
I was so mad. My own best friend. I kicked him, hit him, all the things.
The only happy ending to this happened yesterday. And he said, "To me, you're simply like a girl. The rest stayed away to let me keep you. Simple enough?"
Of course it was simple enough.
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