oblivion(#wattys2015)

chapter 1: Breakup

"Just get away from me, I've had enough of you!" I said with finality.

My whole body was shaking, tears streaking down my face, hands balled into fists on either sides of me. My heart ached, my head throbbed and tears clouded my vision.

I could barely see Jason standing in front of me, not a tiny bit of pity in his expression, all there was on that devilishly handsome face of his was an aching to inflict pain.

Through the tears, I could still look straight into his light brown eyes. There was no comfort, not for a second did they betray him letting his guard down. They were cold, and hard and shallow, they were no more my safe haven.

"Oh Skyla, baby, what do you suppose you will do without me?" The sneer on his face was getting to me.

I was aware of how his mouth had twisted venomously around the nickname he used for me. There was no pity, no feeling of being sorry in his voice, like his heart and his eyes, his voice was cold.

I had the nerve to debate mentally if he was Tom Riddle. How could he expect me to still carry on with him, after all of this?

I turned my head to the side, I couldn't look into his face, his eyes, anymore, it would just make me cry more.

I steadied myself, my heart, my eyes, using hate for him and venom for him as my antidote. The tears slowed down, heartbeat steadied and I could think.

I was strong, independent. He? He was nothing more than some shitty piece of junk I couldn't care less about.

It was a long silence while I looked into the woods surrounding us, the fresh grass, and I used all my power to hate him in that instance. I allowed his cold look to dwell in me, my eyes to take that look, to be like his.

In a matter of a minute I had totally stopped my tears, I had set my jaw, and decided that this was it. I was strong and HE was weak, and in that instance I knew I would win.

I was shocked how quickly I was able to handle myself, how quickly I had changed myself to think the opposite, I smirked at the fact that he had been the one to fuel it.

He had, with his cold look, given me an insight. I rubbed my eyes once against my sleeve and with a lot of self confidence I turned to look him straight in the eyes.

My newly found confidence and cold look took him off guard and for a second his guard dropped. He looked shocked and amused. But before I could register it, the cold mask was back on.

"I can bet that's none of your business, Jace," I twisted my tongue around his name like it was tabooed, and smirked, "but I can tell you one thing I am thinking that is totally your business, go fuck yourself."

I couldn't believe I said that. I couldn't believe the words had left my mouth. I couldn't believe this transformation that had taken inside of me... Two minutes ago I was sobbing all over, now, I felt in power.

What happened next was something that I knew would come. I saw how his arm raised behind his head and then swung back. His palm collided with my left cheek, hard, and my head hollered in pain. I think I shook, and I would have steadied myself if I would have been allowed, but I wasn't. He gripped both my arms, stopping my circulation, hurting me, the dizziness spreading.

He pushed me back into a tree, and my head collided with a thud. My brain hollered in my skull and it felt like it would be the death of me. But fascinatingly I had not totally lost my power to think, I stopped myself from panicking as his fingers entwined in my hair and he struck my head with the trunk.

My shaking hands searched my coat pocket. I pushed with both my hands as he banged my head again, tears strolled down my face and he smacked me again, this time I tasted blood in my mouth.

My hand finally found the can I was searching for, and he smacked me again, tears rolled over my cheek and poured into my mouth.

Instinctively, I bent my left leg, pulled up my knee and hit him as hard as humanly possible, which wasn't much as I had only a little power left, but the impact was enough to hurt him.

He rolled over in pain and I readied myself as I stood against the tree, supporting my hollering and aching body, I brought the can forward.

He began to stand up, to come, to hit me harder, to break my teeth, my bones. As soon as his face was facing me, I sprayed into his eyes. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes, screaming, swearing.

I took one final gulp and ran. I didn't turn around I just ran away. Out of the woods, away from him...

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