𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧, 𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗥

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

I hated the feeling of my legs dragging my body slowly towards the school I had grown to hate. I despised the feeling in my gut when I stepped inside of its halls and witnessed the swarming crowd of students rushing to their home rooms so they didn't get scolded by their teachers.

"Hurry up, Kim." Steve said from behind me and I twisted to him with a scowl across my face.

"Shut up." I snarled and rolled my eyes at him, moving down the corridor faster towards my locker. He rolled his eyes at me as we departed to shove our shit in the metal box's for the day. I knew he wasn't being rude by saying it, and I didn't take it to heart either because he and Billy were the only ones who had been with me religiously since then.

I wasn't doing okay. I hadn't been doing okay for the entire month me and Eddie had broken up for, but I was doing so much better hating him than feeling sorry for myself. Why should I have loved a lying piece of shit who couldn't decide whether he wanted to go along with his own dishonesty or not?. I wasn't about to play mind games with the boy, especially not at a point in my life where I was trying to find out who I was and what i was worth.

Loving somebody who couldn't trust you because of themselves wasn't a relationship worth fighting for.

I made sure to stay by Billy and Steve's side from the moment me and Eddie called it quits, up until every single moment leading to the finals. Eddie had of course tried to contact me, which I allowed because the more he grovelled, the quicker my heart healed. It wasn't exactly nice hearing him tell me he made a mistake and that I was his one and only love, but it did kind of feel some what pleasant knowing that I was right in the fact he would come crawling back. I knew that boy like the back of my hand, but even if he did come back to me every time, that didn't mean he felt for me what I felt for him. He still lied and he still didn't love me.

"How you holding up?." Kathleen asked me in AP chemistry a few weeks after the whole Eddie ordeal. I nodded and tried not to speak too much, afraid my voice would fail me. Me and Kathleen had for some reason been moved up to the higher class and I wasn't complaining. It just meant I didn't have to sit and look at the back of Eddie's head any longer.

"Been better." I said and smiled weakly at her.

It was somewhat the truth, but it was pretty far from it. By that point, I had only gotten over the initial shock and numbness from that night and I was learning how to deal with it in my own way. It didn't help that I had to move back in with my mum who obviously had something to say.

"I told you not to come crawling back once you realised I was right." Maureen said as she answered the door to a very depressed looking me. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she held a faint snarl on her lips.

"I'm sorry." I apologised, even though I didn't mean it.

"Maybe next time, you'll realise that teenage love isn't as serious as they make out in the books and movies and you'll actually listen to your mother for once." She said and opened the door wider for me to step into the house with my stuff.

It was mortifying having to allow my mother the pride and joy of being right for once, and even if she didn't speak about it again, she still made it clear that I was just a naive little girl who would always be let down by those around me because that's all I was worth. I'd like to say she didn't really bother me much anymore, but if anything her demands and her attitude changed more aggressively and it got harder and harder to feel any sort of happiness when I knew I was stuck with her. It was hard to heal my wounds when I had Maureen piercing open more for me to have to stitch back together.