Internal Torture

Prologue

        Before I met him, I had the world in the palm of my hand. I had just started high school, I was beginning to find myself and pulling myself out of the hole I dug myself in middle school. All my life I had been an introvert. I wasn't into talking to many people; and throughout my life I only had a few good friends. When I started high school I met my best friend (we'll call her... Brianna), and soon after I met another one of my good friends (we'll call him Joey). Within a few months, both of them had unknowingly boosted my self confidence and soon I was no longer an introvert. I was becoming the person I had always been inside, and at the time I had seemed to be climbing out of my depression at an alarming rate. 

Until I had met him.

        I'm not going to specify how I met him or his relations to either of my friends, but he came in quickly and painlessly. The first time I had actually hung out with him (we'll call him Zach) he had sat me down on a bench and kissed me. He was an amazing actor. The words he said to me seemed to flow magically out of his mouth and went straight through my ears, and I felt my heart melt every time he looked into my eyes. Though I was young, I was almost sure that was what love felt like. Looking back on that day now I don't exactly remember what happened, all I remember was that he had done something to rip my heart out. And getting it back was a horrible struggle.