The Key To Your Heart | Teen Fiction

Five|| Broken Emotions

When did I become so cold

When did I become ashamed

Where's the person that I know

They must have left

("Paralyzed" by NF)

The Key To Your Heart ✴ Chapter Five

I noticed that the shirt that Ryder was wearing was a uniform for the pizza parlor that I passed by everyday on my way to work. Although, I'd never been there before.

When Ryder said goodbye to me, he didn't just say goodbye. He said he'd see me later. Maybe he would see me later. If he was able to catch me in the middle of my crazy life. I was always running. Trying to keep up with life. Life moved too fast. And that's why I was always tired. But I think Ryder was able to see past my tiredness. He knew that the pain in my eyes was from so much more than justa lack of sleep. He saw deeper than my usual "I'm fine". He saw past my cover-up.

I was happy he wanted to see me again.

After I had gotten my snack and the game had ended, Quinn came to find me. She began telling me everything that happened. Zay's team had won. She said how amazingly he had played. She was so proud of him. Their relationship as siblings was beautiful. They supported each other. I wished that I had that. A sibling who loved me and supported me.

I wasn't always an only child. I remembered when my mom came home from the hospital telling me the good news and...

I was jerked out of my thoughts when Quinn suddenly changed the subject, directing a question towards me. "Did you hear about the kid who got beat up, on the news?"

"Uh, no?... I don't really watch the news that much."

"Oh, dude." She said. "It was crazy. The kid got beat up so bad he had to go to the hospital." She paused. "I remember when Zay did that once."

I frowned. "Zay got beat up?"

"No, Silly. He was the one who beat some kid up."

"What? Why?"

"The kid turned on him; got him in a lot of trouble."

"Oh...that sounds...violent."

"Maybe. Not really." She looked at me. "We're the tough ones, Jayden. We don't let people mess with us."

I guess she was right. We were tough.

I was tough.

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I opened the door to my house, and slipped inside quietly. It was later than I had planned on returning home. My mom was probably asleep. The lights were out, so I carefully closed the door behind me and made my way towards the stairs. But on my way past the living room, I stopped abruptly when I heard my mom's voice. "Why were you out so late?"

I froze.

"I uh..." I turned to face my mom sitting on the couch, glaring at me. She had told me not to stay out later than eleven. Which it happened to be almost midnight right now. "I got caught up talking with Quinn. We were uh, planning a movie night. And...I got hungry so we stopped to eat something."

She continued staring at me, not saying anything. "And what do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

"Um..." I hesitated, knowing she was angry now. "I'm sorry?"

Before she could say anything else, I turned and ran up to my bedroom, locking the door behind me.

You could say that, in a way, I was scared of my own mom. She was...somewhere near to being abusive. Well, she used to be, at least. Not as much now, but I didn't want to push it.

I climbed under my warm covers, cutting my light off. It had been a long day. And I had so much on my mind. A lot had happened today. I was mostly thinking about Ryder though. And how he knew something was wrong. I wondered if I would see him again.

But even if I didn't see him again, he had made my day amazing. And it wasn't all the time that I had an amazing day. I felt good again today. I felt strong

But why did I feel so strong today when just yesterday I was crying for no reason? Maybe it was because of Ryder, but still; I didn't understand why my emotions did this to me. I couldn't control them. One day I was tough and the next I was weak. One day I felt like I could take on the world and the next I felt worthless.

I think my emotions were broken.

I wasn't who I used to be. I used to be so much more happy. I used to be free. And I didn't used to be so confused. I used to understand so much more and I had my whole life planned out. I was just sure that everything would turn out perfectly.

That was eight years ago. But I wasn't who I had been eight years ago. I wasn't myself anymore.

I wanted to feel like myself again.

Because eight years is a long time to feel like somebody else.

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(A/N Guys, I just wanted to let you know that if you want to know what Quinn looks like, she looks something like Megan Nicole (Singer/songwriter). So I will put a pic of Megan Nicole in the comments! She is really pretty. ^_^ And Quinn doesn't look entirely like her, just mostly. So, yeah. Please vote and comment and tell me what you are thinking so far about my characters! I'm really hoping that you guys are liking this story becuz it doesn't seem like many people are reading it. :( But, if you comment, it will make everything better! Love you!)