April's Purpose

Chapter Seven

          Before I knew it it was my birthday and Danny has been at work all day so I decided to surprise him at work, I got all dressed up and make my way to his work place. It was raining out as I walk into the restaurant and sit down in a booth. When I see him I smile and wave him over, he makes eye contact with me and his eyes widen before he looks around. My smile drops a little as he makes his way over. 'what was that reaction?'.

          "hey.. what are you doing here?"

          "I wanted to see you silly" I smile at him again, giggling a little

          "You should go back home an-" just then another waiter walks up to him

          "Hey Dan, your girlfriend is crying in the back. She dropped a cup and cut her self" the waiter says. My heart stops as look back at Danny. He slowly turns his head back and looks at me. I already feel tears rising so I stand up and run out of the restaurant into the pouring night, Danny running after me

          "April stop!" he yells out and I stop, turning around to him

          "Girlfriend?!" is all I yell back as he walks closer

          "Listen I can explain. I didn't mean for this to happen-"

          "You've got to be joking"

          "-I met someone, her names Brooklyn and she also works here. she's sweet and I just kind of... fell for her" he continues like I didn't say anything

         "How long?"

        "What?" he asks confused as to why I would ask that question, I don't even know why I asked it.

          "How long have you been seeing her?" he hesitates before answering

          "Seven months.."

          "SEVEN MONTHS?!-" something clicks in my head "is that why you're almost never home?" he just nods looking down

          "I'm sor-" I cut him off

          "Just...just go, I don't want to see you anymore" my voice dies out. He looks up at me before walking away, leaving me in the rain.

          I fall to my knees. it feels like I just got run over by a car, this pain in my chest is so over whelming. I bring one of my hands to my chest and look up at the sky. Tears stream down my face like two rivers, mixing with the rain and as they get more and more narrow with little to no space. Just like my tears I feel like there's little to no space left, I feel trap. 'what is this pain I'm feeling?' the sound of the rain echoes as it hit the ground around me but its nothing like the silent storm that's raging in my mind. I feel almost envious of the rain... the beauty as it all falls. 'all that time I spent with him, every minute I was falling more and more in love with him. was that all pointless to him?' I buried my head in my hands. 'how could he do that to me? all those late night talks about our future, were they all fake?' I can feel my skin go cold and I swear I can hear my heart shattering. 'all those cute dates, all the times I've read him to sleep and all the times I've felt like I was on the top of the world with him. did he not feel the same way? did any of that mean anything to him?' I bring one of my hands to my chest again, grabbing my shirt.

          "It hurts so bad!" my grip tightens as I scream out in pain, all the memories flash through my mind like a movie of all the happy times with him. all the late night talks, us goofing off, kissing under the mistletoe every Christmas, singing and dancing around the living room as music blast through the speakers.

          "Please make it stop! I cant take it any more!" I cry out, begging for help. I cry out until I feel numb. All my emotions gone, everything. There's nothing left. It's all gone. I'm just a shell. I get up and walk, I don't know where I'm going but I just walk. I see people running for shelter from the rain, rain? I look up at the sky, I had gotten so use to the feeling of it hitting my skin that I forgot. I stop and look around at the scenery before me, the delicate flowers on the grassy parts blowing in the spring breeze, the glow of the lights from the buildings and cars lighting the dark night along with the stars lighting the sky. Stars, it reminds me..

       "everyone has stars, but they are not the same things for different people. for some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. for others they are no more then little lights in the sky. for others, who are scholars, they are problems. for me the stars are these late nights with Danny, I can almost hear our laughter in them, so it is as if all the stars are laughing when I look up at them."

           As I look up at the stars now I don't hear the laughter, just silence. Deathly silence. I close my eyes and listen, I hear the thumps of giggling people as they run, I hear the sound of the heavy rainfall pounding against the ground around me, the whistling of the wind and I hear a car horn bellow. I open my eyes as I turn my head to the left looking at the cars driving by, I see a big transport and its as if it all happened in slow motion as I step off the curb, walking onto the street and in front of the transport. I hear a honk before it all goes black.