Shattered Heart (Discontinued)

Chapter Three

Please give me some type of feedback in comments and if you general like it
Vote?

The picture above is a tweet from @girllifetexts from Twitter. So many relatable quotes.

enjoy ^~^

______________________________________________________________

Four weeks have passed by and I can actually say that Don probably likes me. He's been flirting non- stop and each time I walk into the room, his eyes search for mine. His smile is contagious and it's hard not to smile back. My cheeks hurt just thinking about him.

He's really talented, literally knowing to play multiple instruments ; the piano, clarinet, guitar, drums, even the xylophone. I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar or the drums, they've seemed so interesting. Don was also very sarcastic, it annoyed me but Ive gotten used to it since Nessa does the exact same thing.

He walked me to the buses today since Vanessa had went home early. We stood under the tall maple tree and I didn't know what it was about today but as we stood there, it was just comfortable silence between us.

A shy person as myself, I didn't know what to do and as I looked at up his face, his eyes were staring down which lead me to discover that he staring at my hand. A slow smile made its way to my face as I saw that his hand was inching closer and closer to mine. In the moment,curiosity got the best of me and I sucked up all my nerves, just going for it. Lifting my hand toward his, I grasped his hand in mine while he squeezed my hand in return.

With both of us smiling, I was instantly so happy even quite surprised that a guy like him would actually like me. Though a part of me that was deep inside, was frightened. We slowly parted and said our goodbyes, with him heading towards his car and me toward the buses with my thoughts once again racing.

~~~~~~

I sat down on the bus, staring down at my hands, thinking back through my past relationships. I mean I've had online relationships, though most of them involved guys who really didn't care about me like I thought they did. I didn't want this connection that I was starting, to be faltered by lies.

About three years ago, I dated this guy that was actually extremely sad that i had stopped talking to him, after he admitted he liked someone else and wanted to breakup, within thirty minutes my messages were blowing up from my other online friends. Each message confusing me like the one before.

He tried to kill himself

I was still mad at him, but I knew i had to talk to him. He told me he had his dad's gun to his head, ready to shoot at any moment. I was frantic and I didn't know what to do because at the time I was only in the 7th grade. It took about an hour of me trying to convince him not to do it and him saying that he had no one left but me. As soon as he went to bed, all the exhaustion hit me like a freight train and I was crying whole heartedly.

I never had someone want to kill themselves because of me. I sat there in a computer chair at 9pm, crying my eyes out until my mom heard me and turned her head toward me from where she was sitting on the couch.

"Nella whats wrong baby, why you cryin'?"

I couldn't tell my mom that I was dating anyone and at that moment I said that he was just a friend.

"Mommy h- he tried to k-kill himself" I mumbled with the most broken voice Ive ever heard from my self at the time. My mom replied with widen eyes, pausing the television and giving me her full attention.

"Who tried to do that Nella?"

"M-mm-my friend tried to kill himself, I- I -I stopped him from doing it" , My eyes shut tightly as I sobbed and my heart broken heavily.

Walking over to my mom, she hugged me tightly telling me that I did a good thing, saving my friend. Though I knew that it was all my fault he did it in the first place.

The bus stopped for probably the fifth time, and it jerked me from my thoughts to realize it was time to walk home. I got up from my seat, walking to the front of the bus with my heart pounding in my chest from the old memory.

.................

The next day I've finally started to notice the other people around me in my math class. Don was asleep beside me and I noticed a guy drawing who was sitting diagonally behind me. Looking closer I realized it was some sort of exotic flower, I stared at it for a few seconds before I felt someone staring back at me. I cautiously lifted my head to the guy who had stopped drawing to look at me, I recall him responding to the name Daniel from roll call.

"Can I help you?"

"oh, uhm sorry I was just looking at your flower. It looks pretty cool " , I responded a little flustered from his voice that doesn't exactly match his appearance. I decided to take this opportunity and get to know someone else in this class.

"So, do you take art classes too?"

"No, I've never taken any art classes." , I was purely shocked because he drew so well and he basically learned all by himself to such a high level.

"Its not really my style"

"Well you draw like a tattoo artist and you're a junior right?" , he gave me short nod before turning around to his bookbag to pull out , what looks to be a sketchbook.

"Here, check out my work." I eyed the book before taking it and laying it on my desk before getting out my own sketchbook. I slid my sketchbook ,not so discreetly, on his desk and tapped it twice to signal for him to look at it.

By time class was over I slightly shook Donnie so that he could wake up and we walked out of the class, hand in hand, only to bump into a really tall guy who look way overly excited to be standing in a Hallway

__________________________________________________________________

©2016 LoyalK
All Rights Reserved