Completely and Utterly Broken

Twenty-Nine

Hello, my readers, whoever you are. Here's a chapter that I've been having a such hard time on. It's finally here, for anyone who has been waiting. I hope you enjoy this.

When I got to the house, I unlocked the door, and immediately went upstairs. Inside my room, I dropped my backpack on the floor, and layed down on my bed. Groaning as the bad thoughts and doubts swirling around in my head. And as I felt the tears pooling at my eyes. Pressing the palm of my hands to my eyes, I groan again.

Why now, Derek? Why now? What have I ever done to you, for you to make my life so terrible? Trying to ruin the only happiness in my life?

I felt a tear drop from my eye. And I rubbed it away, angrily. Why am I listening to him? Andrew and I have been great. Why am I now starting to listen to him?

But of course I am. Cause I think too much of it. And when that happens, nothing good ever comes out of it. I have pretty much nothing good in my life, and me with these negative thoughts doesn't help, but it's something hard not to do.

And how did I think that something ever good could come into my life. Because what Derek said is true, even though he barely said anything, just one simple line. Although it just makes sense. I fooling myself into thinking a guy like Andrew could like me. No boy could ever like me. I'm just plain old me, nothing special about me. I don't know what Andrew was thinking. Who would want someone like me? He just fooled himself into thinking he could fix me. I guess I just can't be fixed. 'Cause someone just wants to come and break me down every and any time I'm happy.

I sigh, as I roll over and sit up at the edge of the bed. I run a hand through my hair, slowing calming down. I rub under my eyes, cleaning away the dried tears, and took a deep breath.

Deciding to just leave it alone. I got up, grabbing my bag and started on my homework.
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Two hours later, I layed on my bed, facing up, my arms folded together on my stomach, looking up at the ceiling. I had my earbuds in, and all my homework done.

And 15 missed calls, and 21 unread messages from Andrew. None answered.

With my ear buds in, I really didn't hear anything. It was pretty dark outside for it being 5:32. But there was some light spilling into my room. When suddenly there was a shadow. There and gone. But I know I saw it.

My heart went up, as I quietly and quickly got up from my bed. Taking my earbuds out of my ears, and my phone, holding them in my hands, as my only weapon really. Then walking to my window, I look outside carefully. First, to the ground, in front of the house. Seeing nothing there, I move my eyes to the window.

I scream leaves my lips, as a shadow moves again, and I move to take my phone out of my pocket.

"Zoe!" someone whisper/yells. I look to the window, and squint at my not so clean window.

My eyes widen, and I step forward, opening the window. "What the hell?! What are you doing here, Andrew?!" I say.

He sighs, and rubs his cheek in small embarrassment. "Move." he says.

I cross my arms, and give him a glare. "No." I pause. "Why are you here?"

He sighs again. "Zoe, please."He says quietly, pleading.

I groaned, and moved aside, my arms still crossed. Andrew climbs through the window. He looks around my room for a few minutes, then turns to me, an expression of worry. I look away.

"What happened to you today?" He asks, his voice hurt.

I didn't look at him. "Why do you care?"