Hartbig

Definitely Broken

Hannah's POV.

I pull up into my driveway and get to my door. I can already feel the anxiety rising, I stumble with my keys and get frustrated. After a few tries I finally open my door and slam it behind me. I throw my jacket on the floor and head to the kitchen, I open the fridge and grab the bottle of red whine.

I had a hard time to get it open, by now I was shaking and crying, I got frustrated and threw the bottle across the room, hitting the wall and smashing into millions of pieces.

My anxiety was now controlling me, I couldnt stop thinking of Grace, I couldn't stop throwing everything everywhere..my house was now destroyed..

I picked up my phone and tried calling Grace..

I called her about 15 times now and left 32 messages..She wasn't answering and now I was crying hysterially.. I called her one last time, she still didnt pick up, I threw my phone, knowing I broke it.

I stood in the kitchen for about 10 minutes trying to calm myself down..but I couldn't, and I knew why..

I needed relief..

I run to the bathroom and take out my blade, I roll up my sleeve and place the blade on my wrist..

But I can't seem to do it, for some reason I can't slide it across..I just stand there and think.

I can't because of Grace.. I can't hurt her again, I can't let her see me weak and not strong..

I take all my blades and flush them..

But I still need some relief somehow.. I go into the kitchen and try to think

All I could think of now was just Grace..I didn't know why she was mad, did I do something wrong? I probably did, since she doesnt want to talk to me.. or see me!

I get frustrated at myself from these thoughts and without thinking I punch the wall with all my force.

I instantly feel pain, I look down at my hand and see that it's already turning blue, black and purple.It's definitely broken..

I look for my phone..I realize that it's broken

I convince myself that I can drive in this state, so I grab my keys and head to my car.

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I walk into the hospital and tell my story, I sit there for about an hour in excruciating pain just waiting for my name to be called..

Finally after 2 hours I hear my name being called, I get up and walk to the room. The doctor took an xray and told me that it was definitely broken and that he would be putting cast that I needed to wear for about 6 to 7 weeks.

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After another hour of the doctors putting a cast, I finally walk out of the hospital. I get into my car and drive home.

I drive around the corner onto my street and see another car in my driveway..who could that be? It's 3am....

I pull up into the driveway and realize who's car it is..

It's Grace..