The darkest days

13

Cecelia
19 years old
Constantly fighting becomes broken hearts and drunken fights

"Just get out of Here!" Daryl yells as I look at him with tears in my eyes."Daryl,Please....I-I-I-"
I couldn't finish my sentence as he packed his clothes up.
"Your leaving me like all the other people tha' left me in my life."
He says with a gruff serious voice as He throws his bag at the front
door."Daryl,Please!You reek of beer and cigarettes! Just listen!"
He looks at me with an angry glare."Why? Why? So you can just sit here and
give me that sad puppy face so you can sucker me back in while you're fuckin' some other guy at college?!"
He yells at me as I sit there with fresh tears in my eyes."I said I would visit as much as I can and You have a house phone!"
I yell at him as I see him heading for the door and I start grasping for his shirt."Please,Don't leave me!"
"You're just like the others!"
He says yanking my hand off his shirt and grasping the door handle
"Please..."I say falling to the ground.
"Bye Cece."
He says with a crackled voice.
I hear the door open and slam.
I scream out for Daryl but He never came back.
Ever.
Months later...
I wake up in my apartment in a cold sweat."Damn."
I say closing my eyes for a minute as I throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top.
I walk into my kitchen and I start making a cup of coffee
as I look out the window as the rain effortlessly
pounds against my window"I just need to forget about him,about
everything..."I say as I shut my eyes and I hit my counter.
i let out a low breath and I look out my window and I shake my head as
I pop my meds into my mouth and i take a sip of my coffee to wash them
down,"Keep your skin clean Cece." I whisper to myself as I walk back
into my bedroom and I flop down on my bed as I watch a movie
half assed as I try to go to sleep