Broken Promises

A prince

A week had gone by since your hatred started. I remember how it started.You came back from being ill and already knew that I read your book.

I thought I would be unaffected and was strong. The secret from that Friday was no secret to some of our friends by now.

2nd period ended and I reached for your backpack like always. I smiled I was glad to see you but you were walking away. Then as my hand held onto your backpack, you turned with such force, making my hand loosen its grip. I let go as you groaned, disturbed by me, and walked away. What....what...just happend?

Days went by and you ignored me. Just me alone. I did no wrong...maybe it was the kiss..no, maybe the book.

Since then, I just decided to let you be and ignored you as well. I tasted the bitter tears full of rage through the week. I was angry... you talked to the entire world, but not me. I saw your attitude full of hate and disgust. I saw your eyes rolling at the sight of me rather than opening wide to greet me, full of excitement.

I remember the day I was at my lowest of lows. Maybe if I write a story like she did...I can get her to hear me out.

I started planning and wrote some things out along with the cover. I remember one of my friends saying "Oh, no, she's doing it". I laughed and started this mission of mine with confidence.
As I wrote things down, my boyfriend asked...

"What's the purpose behind writing this story?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, is it to get revenge for writing a part of your personal life without consent?" I laughed and shook my head, saying no. "Or to get her back?"

.....hmm. What was my purpose in doing all this, and why was I willing to risk this already collapsing friendship by writing this story?

"I'll tell you after school, " I whispered.

The end of school came, and at the bus stop now only me and my boyfriend remained of the original trio. On the way home, we talked and laughed with the thought still in my mind.

As we walked home, I was distant. We spoke about this entire problem when we stopped and he caught me. I was falling due to these stupid feelings. I looked at him weakly as he held onto me with worry.

"Are you ok?" He asked and I nodded slowly.

I felt shaky..weak. This week was tough for me. Just her ignoring me. I couldn't stand it. I had to turn my chair around to not see them all laughing at who knows what. Just everyone laughing having fun. He knew this was draining me, and he could see these horrible negative effects.

We walked with our hands intertwined. I was in deep thought, looking for the right words to explain my reasons, when his voice interrupted my train of thought.

"So, are you gonna tell me?"

"Mmm...? Tell you what?"

"Remember? You said you would tell me why you are writing that story after school. "

"Oh, that."

"Yea, that."

"Well, um...I warn you, I might cry." I giggled.

"Ok."

As we walked into my driveway I played with my fingers and looked down.

"Well...umm...I guess she was someone that was close to me despite the whole falling in love thing...---

"Uh-huh..."

"And, well..she became someone close to me, and I don't have many people....she helped me with some things, and I promised to protect her, you know?"

My voice started cracking up as we went behind my truck to talk. It was our favorite place to sit and have long life conversations.

"I guess...the fact that she's ignoring me, and that even though she's not a freind to me, I am to her. She fills some of that giant space I have here," I pointed to my chest...to my heart."It might not be much, but it helps out...you know...?"

What was going on?....I felt the pain rushing up as my face was against his chest, his arms around me. I felt the...tears.

"I don't know....I'm writing this to get her back...as my friend----

This sentence was interrupted by my aching pain. The song playing from my headphones hit the chorus like in those scenes from the movies...."If I die, millions of people will be happy....." This part of the song and words pushed my limits. I let out a scream of despair and did not cry but sobbed. I was sobbing...I was showing weakness for the first time to someone.

"I...I'm already...on the ground....and it feels...like....she's...just...pushing...me..down...even...further..."

I sobbed loudly in his arms, one hand holding onto his old grey jacket tightly. I gasped for air between words. He held me against him as if trying to shield me from something, as if trying to heal me.

"All...my..life I've...been...alone..."

I burried my face in his warm chest, trying to hide my face.

"I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE I HATE BEING ALONE."

I said loudly as I sobbed even louder. He held me tightly. Why was I crying? I felt stupid. Dont let go, I thought. Please.

Then I heard him say something quietly over my cries. "I know how you feel...its ok."

It caught me off gaurd.

"Now...your jacket is covered in my boogers" I said as I cried.

He giggled at my silliness and said a simple heart warming ..."It's ok". I felt his smile.

"No, its not," I said. We laughed at what was happening.

"I love you..."

"I love you, too."

It took a while for me to calm down. My legs gave in and I almost collapsed...he held me and sat me down. I looked at him weakly and he kissed my forehead. So warm...and full of love. I smiled with the strength I had left. I tried to be strong..and thought this situation did not affect me at all...but it did.. it truly did.
I took a deep breath as we sat on the cold pavement, his arm around me and my head on his shoulder.

At that moment I thought...I was saved by a prince.