Heartbreakers: The Cursed Child- Book 1

Chapter 8

All I could see was a figure. It was tall and slim with a hood that covered his head, protecting him from daylight.

"Wait! Who are you?" I yelled after it as loud as my voice would allow.

The figure didn't move except from it's head that was now peering over it's shoulder. The hood fell off and I saw a male. It was him.

He was slim, he didn't have huge muscles like every other guy his age would have. He was really tall, a giant compared to my 5'2 height, he was almost 6ft. His light orange-brown eyes glowing in the sunlight, making him look even more beautiful than ever. His jaw was perfect, not the ugly too sharp type but sharp enough for perfection. His thin lips were tightened into a thin line and his glasses weren't perched on the brink of his nose, they were close to his eyes, making them look bigger and more beautiful. His pale white skin was smooth and baby like; sensitive and pure. His long light brown hair had been cropped short and now hung loosely over the side of his head.

He looked so innocent. He was the definition of innocence. That was until I had broken his heart, destroyed his happiness and shattered his confidence.

The tears began to build up in my eyes as I felt them burning me the more they grew.
I could hear the words of hatred escape the mouth of a young girl. How could someone say such mean and horrible things. I could see her: pale skin and strange red-brown eyes. Long, dark, straight hair that was tied into a plait and was flicked over her shoulder. Thin pointed lips that were now dry and cracked. She was short in height, perhaps 5ft only. She looked broken herself, she was hiding something herself but refused to show any emotion except from hate.
She was a twelve year old, young and naïve yet something about her made me think she was older.

"You're not gonna get anywhere with a heart that ugly." she was saying to the same guy who I had stopped. He looked hurt, he was trying to not show it. That girl really was a nuisance.
It was me.

I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. The girl had now disappeared, she was the twelve year old me. Him. He was sixteen when I was twelve.

His eyes gave everything away, pain, insecurity, embarrassment. I was screaming now, he had turned around and began walking away while I kept apologising.

"I'm so so sorry." I was drowning in my own pool of never ending tears.

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean it." My throat was burning, the words coming out in hard sobs and I dropped to my knees.

"I was stupid. You're better than whatever I said. I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. Please don't go." I was crying, I had never cried this much but here I was crying my heart out, or whatever was left of my heart.

I couldn't deal with this, I wasn't strong enough. He was walking further and further without even looking back, his figure becoming a small black dot in the distance.

"I hate myself. I don't deserve anything good. I wish I could die. Why did I do this?" I was whispering to myself, my hands on the dry hard ground, my tears falling in the gap between my hands. I was looking at the ground, too ashamed to look up. I was a broken person myself and I let it out on an innocent guy who I could never hate, I destroyed him and now he was gone.

I couldn't harm him nor could I seek forgiveness from him. I was doomed to suffer for the rest of my life.

Two pairs of arms slid under my arms, dragging me across the dry sand-like soil, making me scream as I struggle to escape their iron grasps.

Suddenly, from the distance he turns around and I can see him walking towards me with slow patient steps but, the guys who have me in their control won't stop taking me further away, instead they begin to move faster.

Wait! He's coming!" I point out to the two guys hoping for them to realise what is happening and to eventually stop taking me away for whatever punishment they have in mind.

"It's too late." The first guy replies
"You can't do it." The second guy finishes off.
"But I can, wait! Let me go." I try screaming but my voice refuses to come out loud and clear, instead it comes out in a breathy whisper.

I get out of their hold and stand up, I know what to do. I try to run but my legs aren't working, I'm trying to run to him but my legs are against me. I try hitting my legs but when I try to run it comes out as a heavy slow step.
I'm taking unsteady steps towards him until two pairs of hands grab me by my shoulders and the next thing I know, I'm falling down into the ground. Deeper... and deeper... and deeper until my back crashes, coming into contact with the solid ground.

I'm groaning in pain until I see him, the one I was trying to reach, he's there! Right there! Above me on the surface! I have my hand outstretched to him, begging for him to take my hand. He also stretches out his hand, trying to grab mine but then the sound of a gun going off makes my eyes widen in terror.

He doesn't move, in fact he's as still as a statue, as his eyes begin to half close. I scream his name, trying to make him stay awake, conscious.

I'd seen it happen before, but the sound echos in my ears making them ring in pain. I see it.
Blood. He's covered in it and I feel the tears streaming down my face all over again. But then we're elsewhere.

He's in the TV and I am infront of it, watching him as I begin to cry. He's covered in blood, but I can't reach him. I'm yelling his name, somehow he can still hear me. We're away from each other and I can't bear it.

When I look down at myself I see blood. It's all over me though it's not my blood, it's his and I know it, I can feel it. I touch it and my hand is washed in red.

I want to find out what happened, who shot him, why am I covered in his blood but everything turns black again.

My eyes flutter open to see a white ceiling above me. I sit up, covered in sweat, my breath coming out short, ragged.

It was a dream, though I'd seen it before.
I looked around me to make sure I was not dreaming even now, pinching my arm and instantly relieving me.

I lay back down, slowing my breaths and tried getting some sleep but it seemed impossible. I hadn't even realised that I'd fallen asleep. How did I fall asleep? My face was still wet from the tears that had fallen when I was asleep. I wiped my face with the back of my hand then checked the time on my phone.

Great! It's only 4:39 in the morning.

I hated it when I dreamt about him. I would just feel that guilt coming back to me, making me want to die. I knew I could never win him, that was actually impossible, so why couldn't I forget about him? I was out of his life and he should be out of mine.