Done With Love

Chapter One

Every human has walls built up around them. Each negative comment we hear chips away at those walls, and they eventually fall, making you vulnerable because nothing protects you. It’s not like those walls can’t be rebuilt, all it takes is positive and caring comments, to help you feel stronger. If all you hear is negative comments, your walls never rebuild. Think of the Biblical story of Jericho. For seven days, Israel marched around Jericho’s walls, making an excessive amount of noise. Eventually those walls fell, and the city of Jericho was overtaken. That’s like us humans, after our walls are knocked down; we are destroyed, being too defenseless to do anything.

            My walls were knocked down ages ago. I was already weak, but then my boyfriend knocked them down. I thought that you were supposed to actually like someone when you’re in a relationship, but I learned that I thought wrong. His words hurt me, when instead they should’ve built my walls up. He was the only person I had left, after I was kicked out by my family.

            “Aria?” I was broke out of my thoughts by my roommate, who also was my childhood best friend before she moved to London a few years ago.

            “Yeah?” I asked Emily. She looked ready to go somewhere, sporting a floral-print dress and a white jean jacket. “Where are you going?”

            “I’m going to the store, would you like anything?” She replied in a partial British accent.

            “I don’t know what food they have here.” I frowned. “Any type of chocolate works.”

            “How about maltesers?”

            “What the heck is a malteser?” Her smile instantly turns into a look of shock, disappointment, and anger. Her emerald green eyes bore into me as I cross my arms and lean up against the wall.

            “You were deprived.” She simply states. I roll my eyes at her childish antics, annoyed that I still don’t know what in the world a malteser is. “I’ll be back in about one or two hours.” She spins around, her dress flying up a little. Her curly blonde hair bounces as she walks away.

I hear the slam of a door and take that as my cue to go get ready. I walk upstairs, and into my bedroom. The white walls are covered in band posters including: Fallout Boy, Panic! At the disco, All Time Low, Nirvana, Muse, Radiohead, and 5seconds of summer. The black bedspread is in a crumpled heap, seeing as I hadn’t made the bed yet. My black acoustic guitar is neatly on the stand in the corner, music sheets lying near the stand. The white desk is covered in electronics, and the shelf above it has many action figures and knick-knacks. I walk over to the dresser which had a small television and an Xbox 360 on top of it. Opening up the first drawer, I grab a pair of underwear. The next drawer down is already open, so I reach in grabbing a black tank-top and bra. I dig through my jeans, and found what I wanted, ripped black skinny jeans. After grabbing those, I walked over to the closet, looking over my choices. I grabbed a black and yellow Nirvana shirt, and a red flannel. I shuffled into the bathroom and turned the shower to full heat, before starting to take my clothes off. I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt disgusted, as his words rang through my ears.

Ugly.

Stupid.

Fat.

Ignorant.

Tears came to my eyes, threating to spill out. I blinked them away. I’m done crying over him. The past is in the past and I need to let it go (A/N see what I did there). I hopped in the shower, letting the warm water run down my back.