Healing The Broken

Chapter 2.

The girl eyed me curiously from head to toe, and I arched my eyebrow at her, until she engulfed me into a hug and cheerfully said,

"Hey! I am Sarah Danielle, and I am your roommate's best-est friend, hehe, I know it is not a word but like I was waiting for so long for you to come! Hey are those Gucci shoes? What of course not! Well as I told you, that is, my name Sarah, my mother kept it, awesome right? Well I do not know about your emails but you are so pretty! You must be her roommate! She is in the living room, you want to come inside the house?"

 rambling away like a maniac, to say I was scared would be an understatement, I was just praying that my roommate would be a little more, what you call it, calm.

"Well, I am going to live here, of course I need to get in." I spat harshly,

"Oh... Somebody seems to have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed" she said giggling.

 I could never come up with her. Then I saw a girl spread on the couch watching Suits on Comedy Central.

 “Umm, well, are you Tina Mackenzie?"

 I asked her already knowing the answer,

 "No she is in her room" she spat.

 I badly wanted to flip her out, but I was too lazy to do it anyway.

 How many freaking people live here? Wasn't it supposed to be a three-bedroom apartment? I tried to unlock a door, but luck was a gateway to heaven right now. It did not open, my eyes fell to an open door, I did not even bothered to knock and pushed the door open, with a girl on top of a guy, disgusted, I announced,

“Don’t you guys have the gutsy to lock the door before making babies?”

Both of them looked at me curiously, until I finally said,

“I am Rhea, by the way, and you are?”

‘God please say Tina Mackenzie’ I chanted in my head continuously.

“No I am Seth Porters, you must be the new roommate right? I am her friend, and this is my one night stand for tonight, hot is not she?”

The guy said with a thick Italian accent. To say I was amazed in London will be an understatement; this is a freaking prostitute house for monkey’s sake!

“Do you have any idea about where my room is located, hell.”

“Yeah baby.”

He said while pointing towards his crotch.

“Don’t you baby me Mr. I have gotten a plastic surgery to make my dick visible.” I said harshly. How dare that son of a bit-

“PMS” he murmured.

“Asshole” I shouted.

I was about to leave the room when he said,

“Straight to the left”

Not even bothering to say thanks, I banged the door and followed the directions he gave me and ended up in front of a wooden door. Praying to God for one last time to not find another couple of horny teenagers I opened the door.

Other girls would have hated this room, but me, I loved it, dark bluish painted walls, a queen-sized bed, a tiny cherry-rose wood desk and chair, a big red closet and a full-length mirror with blue beads. ‘Holy mother of a room’

This is the room I always dreamt of, it already feels great to be here, other than walking into these over-the-top people. Anyway, as I wander throughout the room, my eyes fall on a window, curiously I walk over towards it and as I pull the curtains, I am spellbound by the view. The picturesque I stare at is far beautiful, but it hurts even more to look at it. It reminds me of him, Samuel Dotard. The heartless guy who ruined my life, well it was not his fault, he just made me realize what I was all this life I lived. Worthless, totally miserably worthless, and nothing could change that. He is the reason for all this, all my pain. I may be having a persona which makes me look the strongest person alive, but all of this, all the confidence, all the fake smiles, is a façade, which will never be able to build it up, become happy. For once, I feel like dying, coming in front of a vehicle and getting away from these sugar-coated-bullshit people. But I already blew the escaping from your problems plan once, and no way am I going away from this, escaping my problems other than fighting them.