HELP ME FIX MY BROKEN HEART

Chapter 6

Miranda POV

It's been two weeks, two fucking weeks since Carla blew up at me, two weeks since I let her walk out that door without saying a word.  I'm sitting at my desk it is currently Friday.  On Friday's class has free time to do what ever they like as long as it's quiet and calm.  While the students mingle among the others I can't help glancing towards Carla, as usual she is huddled in the corner with her headphones on writing in her journal she keeps with her every where she goes.  It's 110 today in Texas and once again she is covered from head to toe in clothing.  I know the reasoning even if she won't tell me.  I've been there, I've been exactly where she's been, but I also remember that I refused the help until I wanted it also.

I'm currently reading the students weekly journals, 90% tell me how they partied this weekend, or who they slept with, most of the time I just give the check mark for participating and not bother reading.  On the other hand I always read what Carla writes, she is so detailed in her writing, most of the time I can feel and see what she writes.  I just wish some time she would be more personal with me on what's going.  I can't help the feeling of wanting to protect her, hold her, and kiss her. Wait, what? "Jesus Christ Miranda she's your fucking student, get her out of your head." I thought to my self.  Finally I reach Carla's journal and notice today she didn't write a paragraph this time but a poem was there.

Another cold and lonely day.

Wishing I knew what to say.

Another sleepless night.

Wishing I could hold you tight.

Always running from the past.

Not strong enough to remove the cast.

Always running from the pain.

What do I have to gain?

Another cold and lonely day.

Wishing I knew what to say.

Another sleepless night.

Wishing I could hold you tight.

Constantly fighting these demons.

Always fighting these feelings.

Never going to believe in myself.

Maybe that's why I feel I'm by myself.

Another cold and lonely day.

Wishing I knew what to say.

Another sleepless night.

Wishing I could hold you tight.

My heart beat is faster and I feel a lump in my throat with tears threatening to spill.  To some it may not be much but to me it mean a lot.  She's beginning to trust me.  I quickly wrote in her journal "Please stay after class so we can talk."  With about 10 minutes left I called the students to come get there journal, of course Becky came up rolling her eyes, I have completely ignored her for the past two week after the incident and it seems like lately she tries to do stupid things to catch my attention, I really think it's annoying her that I'm ignoring her.  Carla was the last one to come up and get her journal, she did not attempt to look at me, once again she had her eyes hidden with sunglasses. I have figured out usually when that happens there is a new bruise or cut somewhere.  She walked back to her desk opened her journal, and I could swear I saw her smile while putting her journal back in to her bag.