Paraphernalia {Perrentes}

Memories Of A Broken Heart

Tony

"Tony, I can't do this anymore. It's not you, its me. I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship with. A guy right now." Tears fell down my face. "Oliver. Please, don't do this. We're happy together and you know that. Please I love you. Don't go." It was to late, he was gone. I lost the love of my life forever. It hurt so bad. I didn't know what to do but go home and do what I knew best. I locked myself in my room and made lines down my arms and thighs, some on my torso. I felt relieved. Calmed. I sighed and stripped of my dirty clothes. Once I was finished, I looked out the window.

A decision that I regret doing. An action that I wish I could take back. A sight that I wanted erased from my memory. Oliver, was kissing my friend. He told me he didn't want to be with a guy right now. But I mean look at Matt, he was everything I wasn't. Matt was pretty, he had an accent for fuck sake. He was tall and skinny. Where as I was short and somewhat stubby. I sighed and grabbed the blade that I set down minuets prior to the incident. I wanted to forget everything. That's when the idea popped into my head. I smiled slightly and walked to the bathroom.

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I woke up in a panic. My heart was beating fast and I had sweat running down my forehead. I sighed as I rolled off the bed and made my way to the door. I walked out and looked down the hallway. It was dark for the most part, the only light source being the sun from a window else where. I walked to the cafeteria and saw people talking. I looked at the clock mounted on the wall and saw that it was 2:45. I missed lunch. But that is fine. It's not like I was hungry anyway.  

I looked around to see that everyone was talking, reading or simply playing games. I walked to one of the corners and found some black paper. I picked up a pencil and began to draw. I had nothing in mind, I just let the pencil do the talking. If that makes since. Moments later, I hear a chair move someone sat in it. I slowly took my eyes of the paper to see a boy with blue hair looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"Uh, can I help you?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. He just looked at me with the same cheesy smile. "Um, are you deaf?" I asked once more. This time he chuckled. I gave him a confused look. "Names Alexander William Gaskarth. Alex for short." He told me extending his hand. I just looked at his, he shortly brought it back to his side once he realized that I wasn't going to shake it. "So, what are you drawing?" I kept staring at the surprisingly happy boy across from me. "Not much of a talker I see." He said, I simply nodded.

I was never really the one to talk to people. I don't see the point, they're just so. Different and they don't get me. "Well, would you like to sit with my friends and I?" He questioned. I gave him another questioning look. "Well, I mean you seem lonely and I just thought that we could accompany you. If you don't have a problem with it." He explained. I bit my bottom lip. I sighed and nodded my head slowly.

"Great. Follow me." Alex practically jumped out of the chair and mad his way to a table in the middle of the room. My heart began beating faster. I took in deep breathes and tried to count to 10. Once at the table, the both of us sat down. "Hello." A rather tall boy said. I gave him a small smile. "My name is Austin Robert Carlile." He said as he extended his hand out for me to shake. 'He's not much of a shaker." Alex told him from behind me. "Well, you can just call me Austin." He replied, I nodded and looked at the much shorter ginger next to him,

"This is Alan Anthony Ashby. Alan for short." I nodded once more. What is up with everyone with saying their full names? I looked at the boy that was sitting in front of me. He had tattoos running up and down both arms. He had medium brown skin. His hair was short and brown. The color of his eyes were unknown, because he had his head down. I guess I was staring to long, because Alex cleared his throat causing both me and the mysterious boy to look up. "Mike, care to introduce yourself?" Alex asked.

"Michael Christopher Fuentes. Mike for short." He told me. I nodded and tried to finish my drawing. "You never told me what you were drawing." Alex whispered in my ear. Goosebumps instantly ran down my spine. "Um, it's a." I was at loss for words. That just caused him to chuckle. I sighed as I regained my composure. "It is an owl." I told him. He just nodded. "I hope to get it tattooed on me one day." I told him. "Where?" I pointed to my neck. He winced in pain, which caused my to chuckle. I finished the drawing and set my pencil down.

"I'll be back. I'm going to put this away." I announced. Everyone nodded but Mike. He just looked at me. I got up from my seat and began walking down the hall to my room. Once there I opened the door and set the drawing on the small table next to my bed. I turned around to see that Mike was standing in the door way.

"Oh, hi." I said. It was weird that he was just standing there. He gave me a little nod and then looked to his right. He picked up my chart that was mounted on the door and read it. I just looked at him, why does he want that? Is that even legal? "Interesting." He said, putting the clipboard back on the nail. I gave him a confused look. "Says here that you're in here for depression, suicidal tendencies, and anxiety." I looked down at the floor. Is he going to make fun of me now?

"It's just weird. Someone like you, having so many problems." He told me. I looked up with rage in my eyes. "You don't know me." I spat that just caused him to chuckle. "Look, I don't know what your intention is with reading my chart. But leave me alone." I told him. He chuckled once more before walking closer to me. "My intention of reading your chart was getting to know you.' He said as he softly planted a kiss on my forehead. He walked through the door and back to the cafeteria I assume.

I sat down on my bed. Why did he kiss me? He doesn't even know me. I sighed and made my way don't the hall that led to the cafeteria. I sighed as I sat down in the seat that I was in moments before. I looked around the table to see that everyone was talking, just like before. But Mike. He was staring at me. With a smirk. That only broke my heart, simply because it brought back memories.

Memories of when I first met Oli. He had the same facial expression. He kissed me on the forehead the same way Mike did. The only difference was that I met Oli at school. Not a hospital for troubled teens.

Please vote and comment thoughts and ideas. (Oli is Oliver for those who got confused. Oliver is Tony's ex.)