Relapse

Mason Kessler was the monster I made him. Forget it and move on. That’s what everyone keeps telling me as if that was a simple thing. But how did I forget someone who use to be my whole world? How did I move on from the unbearable pain of her betrayal? Because I was trying. I searched for a way to make those doe eyes disappear in the end of a bottle. Then I tried to erase her smile with the poke of needle. Nothing worked. Those haunting images were always there, taunting me in the back of my mind. Then I thought why should I move on when I could make her feel the same pain I did? So I became the monster Harper Callaghan accused me of being. I would hurt her. I would crush her. And I would destroy her. Because she killed the one thing I was willing to sacrifice everything for. The girl I loved. You don’t deserve this. That’s what Lana said, but she didn’t know the whole story. Mason Kessler was right. I was a liar. I spun tales so good that the green eyed little boy I was trying to protect believed them. He became the cruel uncaring person I said he was. The monster I created. And I deserved every bit of his wrath. But that’s the thing about love. It dug down deep in your soul, etching into every fiber of your being until you were willing to sacrifice everything just to see them smile. But Mason didn’t smile anymore. At least not at me. The only thing left of that green eyed little boy was a dark void of wrath and misery. I could take the pain and humiliation. The cruel jokes and taunting words were so much better than the truth. As much as Lana and Star wanted to protect me, they couldn’t. Because I knew who the crow in the ravens nest was.