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story by amberyvonne

Fix Me

I could never understand it.  There was something about him.  A certain thing that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.  But I knew there was something special, something different.  Perhaps it was a certain swagger he had.  He walked into the room and owned it.  It was as if he knew he was the most beautiful thing that any of us had seen.  We were cats and he was dangling himself over our heads, watching us paw at him, our mouths dripping with drool.  There were girls lined up around the block, just waiting for a piece of him.  So why me?  Why would he chose me?  Simple, plain, not special me…  He could get so much better.  A super model, an actress, a singer or something.  Instead, he was interested in… me.  A high school dropout with no goals or ambitions.  Maybe that was why.  Maybe he was like me…  A true believer that everyone could be fixed.  But I…  I couldn’t be fixed.  He could try all he wanted.  I wasn’t about to stop him.  But he wouldn’t succeed.  I would be broken for the rest of my life, working at McDonalds, flipping burgers.  Maybe I’d get a decent managers position at a grocery chain.  Be able to retire just before my dying day.  Right now though, he wanted me, whether to fix me or because he had some kind of brain injury.  I wasn’t about to argue with it.  He would grow tired of it one day and move on, just like the rest did.  I couldn’t do nothing but prepare myself for the worst and hope for the best.  I hope he can fix me.