The Popularity Project

{39} Is she dead?

Non-edited

I ran until I almost couldn't breath, I slowed down as I reached a bench. Dropping onto the bench, I lifted my knees to my face and cried. I let the tears roll down my cheeks, not even bothering to wipe them away.

Why would Kyle say such loving things to me if he didn't mean them? I just don't understand. I know he's a use and dump kinda g-.

Then it hit me. He is a use and dump kinda guy. I'm used and officially dumped, though we haven't had sex yet so technically I'm not used. I'm still a virgin; but then why just leave me?

What is Kyle doing to me? What has he done with me? He's ruining me and it's killing me. I should have stuck with my gut feeling and stayed away from him instead of falling for his player ways.

What have I done?

I tugged at my locks in frustration, finally wiping my tear-stained cheeks.

Leaning my head in palms, I kept my eyes focused on the splintered wood I was seated on. I took a few ragged breaths, before facing my surroundings.

I didn't  even know where I was.

Well, perfect.

I shouldn't have taken all those turns, whilst running with watery eyes that clouded my vision.

I stumbled onto my two feet, balancing myself so I wouldn't fall. I felt numb all over. I felt weak. I felt as if I couldn't fend nor protect myself. 

I began walking to nowhere in particular. I stuffed my hands under my armpits, trying to warm my chest from the chill breeze.

As I walked along the sidewalk, I felt a wet drop on the tip of my nose.

"Oh, the world really hates me today." I muttered to no one in particular.

I examined the large amount of green on my right, then the beautiful houses on my left. I began running, trying to remember the way I had run. I arrived at a corner shop, so I stepped in, eyeing the candies stacked upon the shelves.

Picking up a can of coke and a chocolate bar I went up to the till to pay. The man behind the counter, opened his palm as I dropped the few dollars leftover from my ice-cream into his hand. He nodded, before pushing my items towards me.

Slowly trudging back to exit the shop, rain started drizzling. I released a sigh, before stepping into the rain. Opening my can of coke I drank from it, running a hand through my slightly wet hair.

I decided to just go where my feet took me. I could call Callum but I don't know where I am so annoyingky enough, neither would he.

Rain started violently pouring down, causing me to open my mouth in shock at the drastic change. I let tears roll down my cheeks, wiping furiously at them.

What the fuck?! I'm crying because it's raining!

To be honest, I felt like I had held my anger and frustratment in for too long. If you keep your feelings in for too long it will come bite back at you some time later. At the end of the day, we are humans and have feelings.

We have bad days where we just want to curl up in bed and cry all day, and we have good days where we want to prance around town pretending there's a flippin' unicorn by our sides.