#FML



Prologue
Crazy is as crazy does or was forced to do by THE MAN


Pulling my shoe off I throw it across the room aiming right for Levi’s head watching as he ducks just it time for it to move a few strands at the top on its way by before slamming into the wall behind him. .

“Don’t be a bitch.” He growls and I hate to admit it but I watch his abdomen muscles flex as he takes a breath when the words leave his mouth. Why does he have to be hot?

Do you see this scene right here? Crazy ex-girlfriend throwing shoes at hot ex-boyfriend praying to knock him unconscious? Well this wasn’t always me. I know men love to complain that women are bitches that were psycho or have other mental instabilities that lead us to being labeled as ‘CRAZY’ in some manor.
I don’t know about the other women in the world but before this ‘Man’ walked into my life I was normal, sweet even there was not one crazy cell in my body at that time so I’m pretty sure whatever crazy I have now is something that he contaminated me with.

“You’re the bitch.” I shout back wondering why I couldn’t have thought of something better to say then that. I suck at this kind of thing. Like I pointed out before I used to be sweet.
He shakes his head running his hand through his hair “Natalie.” His tone softens and his hands go out in front of him.
“God.” I groan tilting my head back.
See this is another thing why do men always try placating us?
Do I look like I need to be talked down from the ledge like some kind of damn mental case? Do I look psycho to you? (Okay don’t answer that last question)
Like I said before, this isn’t me, the evil she monster who is now standing in front of you is what this guy has turned me into.
Come to think of it all of those Disney movies we watched as kid. THEY WERE ALL LIES. I’m sure the women cast as the “evil ones’ in those movies were once nice girls they were probably the sweetest then one day this guy comes along looking hot and being nice slipping into their head then BAM next thing you know PSYCHO.
Were all made to believe from a young age that it’s the woman’s fault she’s crazy when I’m pretty sure its actually a man’s fault we act the way we do.

Maybe we should go back a few months then you can see for yourselves exactly what I’m talking about. And why right now if I knew I could dispose of Levi’s body without getting caught I would totally do it.





Chapter one

Are you talking to me?