The Broken

Chapter 4: Greetings

**flashback**
"Forever?"
"Forever."
Me and Mark were sitting on a park bench. I was laying my head on his lap while he played with my hair. He was always so sweet. He knows I've never met my mom, and he always helped me get through it at times. Sometimes I'd go to his house (I've spent a lot of my time there 'cause my dad and brother hate me) and his mom would treat me like a daughter. I've always felt loved when I was with him or his parents. Even his sister, Makayla became one of my bestest friends. We'd go shopping when Mark had karate. Makayla even got me into gymnastics. Obviously she is much more advanced than I am though. I think she told me she won a gold medal before. Okay, so back to the park, me and Mark were talking about our future, and us always being together, and planning on running away together to some exotic island. It would be perfect. Have a beach wedding and everything! I couldn't ask for a better life or a better boyfriend.
**end of flashback**

I walk out the bathroom and I see him. He was with some other girl. Checking out my dress. Wtf! I saw him and my heart tore. He turned to my direction, and saw me. I was standing there. He was standing there. We were just looking at each other in disbelief. I couldn't move. I tried to walk away, but I couldn't. I couldn't even look away! I saw the girl who came with him, try to shake him back to reality, but that didn't work. I could here what she is saying.

"Do you know her? Who is she? Why are you staring at her? Why is she staring at you?" All those questions were faint noises but I still heard them, surprisingly, my heart beat was so loud. I couldn't believe it was him.
Mark was here. In New York. Standing across the room from me. With another girl.