With All My Heart

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

The next morning I woke up to a soaking wet pillow, tear stained cheeks, and heart that seemed to be missing it's other half. I had awoken from what seemed to be an awful nightmare. Seemingly, I was still oblivious to what happened last night, it being morning and all. So I reached for my cell phone to check for any new messages. There were only two. One from my mother telling me she missed me and the other from my younger sister Katherine, reminding me of our Skype plans tonight. But something was off.

"It's past noon, and not even a 'good morning' text from Tyl...." I thought just as last night's horrid memories flooded back to me.

It wasn't a nightmare. No, it was all real. The breakup over the phone, everything. Just the thought of that awful scenario made my stomach churn and my heart ache even more. As much as I desperately wanted to rid myself of those painstaking eight years we spent together, I couldn't. I loved him. And when you love someone, especially for so long, you just cant let the memories go. No matter how hard you try. Luckily it was summer, otherwise I would be skipping class. All I wanted, was to do nothing and try to forget him.

So I got up, walked into my bathroom, and looked into the mirror. I almost jumped at my reflection, I looked terrifying. My whole entire face was red from the crying. My mascara had run so that it was all the way down my cheeks. And not to mention my hair, which was a wild, ratty mess. I grabbed a washcloth from the cupboard behind me, ran it under some warm water, and began to cleanse my pasty face. After I finished my skin began to regain it's natural, fair coloring again. I picked up my hairbrush and started to work on getting the knots out of my medium length, untamed blonde hair. After about a five minute struggle, I finally looked like my normal self again, even though I didn't feel like it. I looked down at what I had on. I was still wearing the same t-shirt and shorts from last night. So I went to my dresser and grabbed a tank top and a pair of sweats. I put them on and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I had no one to impress anymore, so I didn't care.

I trudged down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I grabbed the eggs, sausage, waffles, butter, syrup, and orange juice and began to make myself some breakfast. After my food was prepared, I took it into the den, flipped on the television to some heart wrenching romance movie, and began to drown my sorrows in the delicious food. The movie put me out of my misery for a few hours, focusing on someone else's problems was better than focusing on mine, so I took it. A few hours had gone by, and I was already on the second movie, when Kennedy walked in.

"I see you're finally up sis." she greets, shutting the front door.

"Crap. She knows absolutely nothing. She was out all night last night. She'll know somethings wrong, I have to tell her" I thought. I shut of the tv and took a deep breath.

"How was the anniversary dinner last night with Tyler?" she asked, unpacking the grocery bag she carried in.

"Umm, we didn't have one." I answered trying to appear like everything was alright.

Kennedy stopped what she was doing and looked me in the eyes with a look of confusion "What do you mean you DIDN'T have one? Is there something you're not telling me? Is something wrong?"

"Kennedy," I began. I could feel last night's tears start to well up again. "Tyler dumped me last night. He didn't even come to pick me up for the anniversary dinner." I finished.

My sister, my best friend, rushed to my side. She sat down on the couch next to me and wrapped both of her arms around me. I shut my eyes closed and leaned my head against her shoulder. I was sobbing uncontrollably.

"He didn't...... even..... have the dec...entcy....to say it... to.... my face." I panted through my cries.

My sister knew I was aching inside. She knew nothing would lighten my spirits, so she tried not to sugar-coat it. She just held me, and allowed me to let it out, saying nothing.