The White Harpy

Chapter One

21 year old Zeyda Vander sat quietly in her room staring at the screen of her phone. Could it be? Was he really breaking up with her after all that time together? She felt a pressure building at the base of her ribcage and spreading througout her chest. She whimpered softly, only slightly relieved that she was alone so no one could witness her weakness. That this man was currently killing her heart. She looked to the cieling as she texted him back. His reply was instantaneous. Yes, he was really dumping her and he was sorry.

Sorry? Sorry?! No, sorry doesn't cut it. Zeyda slamed her phone on her bed, got to her feet and began pacing. The emptiness was slightly relieved with her continuous movement. Her mind was whirling a mile a minute. She screamed and grasped her head. Looking at the cieling, she cried out.

"Why do you do this to me? Am I your personal gaming piece!?" She grabbed a pillow, buried her face in it and screamed out her anger, hurt and sadness. She sat down on her bed and buried her face in her hands as the tears finally came. She cried and cried until she couldn't shed anymore tears.

She looked at her phone hoping, even though pointlessly, that he maybe had texted and taken it back, but no such luck. She rolled onto her side, plugging in her phone. She glanced at the knife sitting on her bed side. She wanted to cut, to feel something other than the emptiness that was currently invading her core.

She narrowed her eyes and picked up the talon shaped blade. She looked closely at it, not really even seeing it as she dragged the dull tip across her palm. It stung slightly but it didn't break skin. She did this a few more times before she finally rolled her eyes and threw the blade down. She couldn't sink back to that level. It was pointless and it wouldn't solve anything, she knew that but it did take away a little of the pressure. Took her mind to other things. She needed to get her life back on track. Needed to focus on herself. Sighing she turned on her music and cleared out her mind, allowing herself to go numb as the music played and slowly lulled her into a fitful sleep.

Zeyda woke to a car horn blaring. She looked at her phone cursing mentally as she jumped up and quickly put on her clothes, seeing that she was late waking up.

That's what you get for not going to sleep until 2 AM, she thought as she darted out the door to her ride. She hopped into the front seat with her uncle. He gave her a sympathetic smile as he put the car into gear and drove off. The ride was silent as Zeyda played the text messages from her now ex boyfriend, in her head. The empty feeling was back but slightly dulled leaving her with a numbing sensation.

"Are you ok?" her uncle asked, glancing over at her. Zeyda shrugged and replied honestly.

"I'm not really sure. I'm not as torn apart but, it does still hurt." Her voice was quiet. her uncle sighed, but said nothing else. Arriving at her work she quickly stepped from the car bidding her uncle good bye, before making her way inside.
She couldn't help the groan that escaped her seeing the amount of boxes that needed to be removed to the bailer and groaned inwardly. 'Today is going to be a long day.' She thought as she set about her work.