Unexpected

A Shower Won't Wash Away My Pain

Hey guys! So this is my first chapter of the story and I'm so happy you guys are reading it! Please remember to share, like, comment and follow! It would really mean a lot!
- Love S.
(The picture is her outfit!)

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Brooke's POV:

Pain. Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury. Though I wasn't sick and I wasn't in any sort of accident. In a way you could say I'm suffering. The state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship. In reality it was just heartbreak. A metaphorical emotional pain or suffering. That's all I've been feeling this past week.

I've been locked in my room this whole week doing nothing but crying, thinking, and feeling. I barely ate anything and I only got up to use the restroom. At least I didn't lose to much weight. I flushed the toilet, cleaned myself, and washed my hands. I looked up at the mirror and locked eyes with a pair of hazel eyes. All I saw was a pale eyed brunette. My eyes that were once full of life and happiness were now sad, lifeless eyes that were red and swollen. My nose was red and dry. My once healthy, wavy, beautiful hair was now messy and tangled. I sighed and looked down. I grabbed a hair tie and wrapped it into a messy bun. I walked out and went back to bed.

I laid under the sheets and cried. I cried more and more. As much as I tried to stop. I couldn't. You would've thought that by now I would've ran out of tears to shed. Sadly I haven't. They came down like a waterfall. I grabbed the tissue box that was on my night stand besides my bed and blew my nose. My nose hurt like shit. It burned. I cried for who knows how long until I fell into a deep slumber.

Knock. Knock. Knock. I was awoken by three knocks at my door. I waited for someone to say something or for someone to walk in, but nothing happened. I must have imagined it. I thought to myself. I went back to sleep but I couldn't. Then I heard it again. Someone knocking. I grunted. I really didn't want to get up. Luckily I didn't have to. Whoever was knocking at my door knew that I wasn't going to answer. So they just walked in. I waited for them to say something but nothing was said and I wasn't going to be the one to break the ice.

I felt my bed shift and a hand lay on my thigh. I heard them sigh and mutter something under their breath but I didn't catch what it was.

"Brooke." Ah, her, that voice. The voice of my best friend tinged with pity. I haven't talked to her. She's been trying to get me to open up about what happened. She kept bugging me day and night, until she gave up. She tried, she really did, and I appreciate it, but you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

"What?" I tried to say though I'm pretty sure it just came out like a groan.

"Come one. It's been a week. You can't let this get to you!" She said. She was mad. Pissed. She pulled the covers from my body and pinched her nose.

"Ugh. That smell. What is it?" Not now. Not this. It's bad enough I had to hear it from my mom. I didn't need to hear it from her too.

"What do you want Chloe? Why are you here?" I asked. I was irritated. I had a huge headache and I wasn't in the mood for this.

"It's Saturday afternoon. Come on. Come with me. Henry is throwing a party tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come?" She asked me. There was so much hope in her voice. Hope for me to get back on my feet and back to the way I was. I couldn't find the strength or energy though.

"Not now Pretty Princess," I said knowing that she loved it when I called her that. That was my way of getting out of somethings I didn't want to do. "I'm not in the mood. You go ahead and have fun."