Broken. That was how I felt. My breath was gone from the moment he opened his mouth to speak. I knew what he was going to say and I wasn't prepared for that, not yet, not ever. "We are breaking up." That was all he said before he turned around and left, the heaviness of his words threatening to crush me. I fell on my knees on the cold, hard pavement, hot acid tears starting to roll down my cheeks, trying to free me from the increasing pain in my chest. He pulled my heart out of my chest with just four words, leaving me bleeding, brokenhearted, but most important, he left me weak. My whole body was shaking as I was letting out sobs, silent sobs. I was breaking all over again, his words never leaving my head or heart, his voice repeating on and on like an echo. After what felt like an eternity I rose to my feet, the silence surrounding me being too much. I started to walk with shaky steps down the dark alley, my eyes still watering. The only sound was made by my boots with every step I took. I checked the time on my phone. 11 pm. Half an hour since I met him down the same alley I was walking on right now. Some people would consider this hour late for a date or meeting or simply for a seventeen year old girl to walk alone outside. I was used to meet him late at night when nobody could see us. I knew he was using me. I also knew he wanted just to get into my pants and the fact that I wouldn't let him do that made him to break up with me. He didn't care, but I did. I was in love with him. I knew it was wrong from the first time I realized it, but I couldn't exactly help it. Every thing meant the world to me and nothing to him, but I somehow managed to make myself think that that was okay.
The warm wind blew softly making my hair slowly fly from my wet face. It was the beginning of the summer and the air was pretty warm, allowing me to wear just a long sleeved blouse and a pair of blue jeans, a pair of converse on my feet.
The walk home seemed longer than it actually was and I couldn't stop the tears falling on my face. I walked inside the house and into my room, taking a shower and getting in my bed, suddenly too tired of the shit that kept happening in my life. First, my parents left leaving me and my brother alone, leaving behind just a note that was saying that they needed space and that they couldn't take care of us anymore, they divorced and each of them built a new life for themselves. I was currently living with my brother in his and his fiacee's house. My brother is twenty one so I was left in his charge when my parents leaved and even if he and his future-to-be-wife were nice with me I knew that I was a heaviness for them and I felt guilty for standing in their way, they deserved to be happy together. Now I was leaved by the one that was supposed to be near me and comfort me, my boyfriend, well, my ex-boyfriend. He was the player of our high school, not too smart, but pretty good looking.
High school. Tomorrow was my last day of high school, the last time I will see him. My heart ached at the thought and I eventually fell asleep crying.
In the morning my head ached pretty bad,but after I took some medicine, the pain got away, unfortunately leaving my heart still aching at the taught of him. I was better than yesterday, but it still hurt. I made myself ready and attended the ceremony at my now old high school. My brother, James, and his fiancee, Danielle, were there for me. Seeing the look on my brother's face made me put a weak smile on my face as I went to hug him after the ceremony, it was the best smile I could give him at the moment, he was proud of me. I knew that before he got the chance to say it to me.
"I am so proud of you little sis." James said and before I could break completely the hug, he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "He didn't deserved you." my brother added seeing the look on my face when I laid my eyes on him. I nodded. I was somehow happy that I won't see him again. I didn't want to. "Let's go!" James said again and I followed him and Danielle to his car. I looked back one more time at the place that meant so much to me in the past four years, the place that now meant just bad memories about him, then I got in the car.
