Tales of the heart

Chap 1. (Aurelia)

Aurelia POV

My breathing was uneven, my legs were hurrying. I don't want to stop running, my heart was aching as tears flew from my eyes, My mind is all blank, and I can't think straight. I don't even know where I'm headed, But I could care less. I just want to run away from the reality that I just faced. I still can't believe my eyes. Were my eyes deceiving me? Idiot! How can you question what you just saw, Aurelia? it was obvious, he doesn't love you anymore, or maybe he never did.

I loved him despite what my friends said about him. I loved him going against all the warnings I had received. And what have I gained? Betrayal? Disloyalty? Dishonesty? Yes, that's what it was, that's how I felt. I felt it all.

After a little while of running. I feel my legs go numb, my whole body gave up. My knees collide with the cold, rocky ground. I was tired, I started breathing heavily, and I started sobbing hard as each second passed by. I wanted to give up. I wanted to find a way to escape this reality. I mean, I have never in my 17 years of living felt this much pain.

Why do guys act like they care, act like they're jealous, and show these little signs of affection? Why? Just so they can let us down? Just so they can disappoint us? What is the point of saying "I love you" when in the end you're just gonna leave them hurt and devastated? I just don't get them, guys are like a puzzle I can't seem to solve or put together. I don't understand what type of satisfaction they get after breaking someone's heart or playing with someone's emotions. Do they not feel a little bit of sympathy toward the person they're hurting? Are all guys the same? Because I really can't seem to find a positive answer to that, I grew up surrounded by guys who act like tyrants. I just thought that he would be different, but I now understand that I was a fool. I am sick of getting my hopes up for nothing all the time. 

I was still sitting on the ground, and it started to snow. shit! I didn't bring a jacket with me. I gathered my strength and picked myself up and now started walking to that one place where I feel safe. Everyone thinks it is hunted, because of the way it looks. But to me that place is comforting. I can cry there, I can yell, I can scream and no one will hear, or bother to care.

 I was walking toward the abandoned building.

12 minutes passed by and I finally reached my destination. I went inside and of course, it was dark, so I put on my flashlight and got in the house. I sat down on the couch where I always sit.

I sat there for approximately 7 minutes, thinking about my life, and how it was going in the wrong path. I was a girl who never had a comfortable childhood. I was envious of those who would show up with their happy family. I've been crying since an hour ago and I am tired. 

I was about to lay my head down when I suddenly heard a noise. 

What the hell! no one ever dared to come to this building. 

Then I heard another noise. Ok, now I'm creeped out. After a while, I settle down on my couch, because I thought it was some kind of prank the neighbor's kids were playing. But then I saw a manly shadow. Now I'm terrified. should I go check who it is? should I just run and never come back? No, no, no I can't run from this, this house holds so many memories.

I took a deep breath, slowly stepping forward. "whos there?" I asked with my shaky hand holding an old hammer I found on the couch in front of mine. I slowly moved forward. "Is this some kind of stupid prank? Get the hell out of there whoever you are!" I yelled still taking slow steps forward. What the hell? There was no one there. Was I hallucinating? god, today is such a horrible day. I turned around to go back to my seat.

"AAAHH!" I started to scream there was a guy right in front of me.

"Shhhhh stop screaming he's gonna hear us." He whispered putting his hand on my mouth and shutting me up.

Who the fuck is "he"? Who the hell was this guy? and what was he doing in here?

(First time writing a story. So go easy on me. Thank You, enjoy the story and vote)