My alarm goes off. I moan and reach out blindly to stop it. It switches off as I realise I slept through the night. My stomach complains loudly. How could I? I get up and have a quick shower. Once I’m dressed I enter the kitchen but get no further. The table blurs as my eyes fill with tears. The pain of loss and abandonment come rushing back. The only time I had invited Mark inside my house included a very peaceful and beautiful cup of coffee together. It was a moment I thought I’d treasure for a while at least. But now I loathe it. I go to the pantry and grab a box of cereal. I finish my breakfast and hurry outside, grabbing on my school bag on the way.
I have to get back to my normal routine. Or at least one other than the one I’ve been following for the past one or two months. As I near the school I see more people I know. Within a few minutes I arrive at school and stand near the tree where I catch up with friends. Jasmine, with her tangle of blonde curls, walks up.
“Hello.”
“Hey.” I don’t meet her eye. She’ll know something happened. Jasmine is my closest friend. She notices something wrong anyway.
“What’s up, Hayley? You look gloomy.”
“We broke up.” There’s no need to say the gory details.
“Oh, God! Really?”
I nod glumly. I could feel a bout of tears come on. I have to keep my composure, I’m admired in school. Jasmine gives me a quick hug and I’m grateful. “Thanks.”
“You’ll get over him. He wasn’t that great anyway.”
I give her a small smile. Over Jasmine’s shoulder I could see Georgia approach. She gives me a small smile and I return one unenthusiastically. She wouldn’t notice. She barely cares for me. We enter the school building together and head to our first lesson.
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My Fleeting Serenity
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You can only blame your problems on the world for so long/ until it becomes the same old song.~ You keep coming up for air/ to find your own foot pushing on your head.~