Red ✔

Heartbroken

Why is this happening? Why do I have to get hurt? Why does things like this always happen to me? Why me?

Because it is not meant to be.

A evil voice in my head is taunting me. It is the devil of my soul, telling me everything that makes me angry about this whole situtaiton. My heart hurts so much just looking at it. I cannot look away because I am crippling on the spot. I want to cough my heart out. I hold my chest in agony, as if it might escape my chest. Maybe I am dreaming. Maybe this is all a crazy nightmare. Maybe I am knocked out in the limo. I pinch myself. I feel the pain alright. I am not dreaming, not at all.

Victoria has her long fingers coiled around Clive's head. Her grip tightens as time passes by. They are kissing on the stage. Victoria is an experienced kisser. Clive is probably enjoying every minute of it. It has only been three seconds of this horror, but it feels like three hours. I lean on the wall, so I will not faint. I am devastated, jealous, and crushed. It is the Leo-kissing-Tyler situation all over again, except this is a million times worse.

The people around me glance at my appearance. Like the domino effect, people move to the side, creating a pathway where I am now along the middle of the gymnasium. I am centre of attention, alongside with Clive and the witch. Clive's face stirs, removing himself from Victoria's clutch. A shimmering of lip gloss from his lips is reflected off the spotlight on the stage. His view then shifts toward me. The expression on his face is unreadable. What is he thinking? Is he thinking about me? How he hurt me? Betrayed me? Ripped my heart out and stomped on it?

Standing in the centre of attention, I cannot look at him anymore. I pelt toward the gym doors.

"Scarlet!" he calls in the microphone.

I cover my eyes with my wavy hair. It is losing its curls and is a big jumble now. Tresses spike out in the back of my hair. No matter what Clive said about my hair is all an act to fall for him. I have. Clive has not.

"Leave her," I hear Victoria say.

"You get away from me, you tramp. Do not ever touch me again!" he shouts.

The gym gasps.

"Scarlet!" he repeats, hearing footsteps tapping against the hard floor.

He intended to get you hurt in the end.

I ram in the gym door out of the way, feeling a hundred eyes watch me leave. I dash outside in the cold, miserable rain. I stay strong, stopping myself from crying. I do not want to be the girl who sobs over a guy that kissed another girl, even if he is available.

The rain sprinkles on my hair. It goes through my hair and my scalp it tickles my skull. I itch it to prevent the annoyance. My makeup is running from the wet droplets. My dress is damp, but I do not care. I do not want to face anyone for the rest of my life, especially Clive. I yank the rose from my tangled hair and toss it in a puddle. I snag the dripping cellphone and cup it in my hands to shield it from the wet environment. I spot my other empty leg. My lipstick is gone from my ankle now. I guess I lost it during my high-speed run.

I plop myself on the ground and peer in my reflection. The girl, wearing a beautiful dress with soggy, red hair and running makeup, frowns at me. She sticks out her tongue at me. I notice the necklace on her neck in the puddle. I wrench it off and hurl it in the ground. A tiny splash jumps on my feet.

"Oh no," I say, picking up the locket.

It still has the photo of me and my mom. I need to keep that picture. There is a wet smug on my mom's left cheek. I wipe my wet hand on my dress and carefully peed it off from one of the hearts. I bury the photo in my palm with my cellphone.