Romeo Hates Juliette

Chapter Five

I rushed out of the bricked house. I just kept a straight face and walked towards Emma's home.

But I didn't feel anything,

mostly because I didn't want to feel.

Feeling sounded so painful and I didn't want to go through the agonizing trouble of it,

so ever since I've felt like everyone I met would eventually hurt me,

I built up these walls so no one could ever climb them,

because I felt like the only solution to my problem was being alone.

"Brielle!" I could hear the squeaky voice of my friend following me. "Wait up!"

I pivoted and saw Emma, she seemed so concerned. "What was that?! I thought you had no feelings for the guy!"

"Ha.." I looked to the ground. "So I thought."

"So... You like him?"

"No."

"Hate him?"

"No."

"Man, you're confusing."

"Em, you wouldn't understand." I said softly, to try to hide my anger. "You've got everything you've ever wanted!"

I knew I had said something wrong. I always say the wrong things.

"That's not true! I... I... Didn't win that one dance competition last year!" She shouted right into my ear.

I rolled my eyes and walked away.

"Forget about the sleepover, Emma. I'm going home."

I got to her house and grabbed all of my things and ran out as quickly as I could.

Walking home was awfully difficult. Although I could hardly walk without tripping, I made sure I got to my place fast enough.

I got home, already stressed out about pretty much losing my best friend since the second grade, I got home to a house full of anger.

I slowly walked in and found my brother yelling at my mom, who was trying to bake some desserts for her annual work party.

"Why can't I go to the party tonight mom? Alana is going to flip! I told her I'd be there!" Colin's freckled face turned as red as his hair.

"There's going to be alcohol and girls you shouldn't be hanging around... like Alana."

"BUT MOM-" He stopped. "Brielle, why are you here?"

"Uhm..." I tried to find a lie as quick as I possibly could. "Emma has the stomach flu, so I had to leave."

My mother instantly asked if she could call and I had to come up with a second lie that Emma's phone wasn't working. I really didn't want to tell her the full truth, because she does get really freaky, like most moms.

"I'll just head to my room... I feel sick."

I did feel sick. I felt sick of hurting. I felt sick of being sad. I was just sick of life in its entirety.