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SHIT
IS
GOING
DOWN!!!!!
Song: I'm a broken heart
Chapter 33: When shit hits the fan
Cheyenne's POV
I didn't know it was possible to be in this much pain. My heart physically hurt.
Could you die of a broken heart?
I was wrapped up in my blankets and I'd already gone through about fifty boxes of tissue. My mom had called the school and told them I'd come down with pneumonia. I hadn't gone in two days.
I just wanted to lay here and cry.
Everything reminded me of Sebastian. The harder I tried to not think about him, the more I did. His smile, his laugh, everything about him.
It hurt so fucking much.
I was reaching for a new box of tissue when I heard someone pounding up the stairs. My room door flew open.
"Krystal?" I squinted at her through my blurry vision. "What're you-"
"MY LIFE IS OVER!" She wailed. Her entire face was red and splotchy and tear streaked. She looked on the verge of a panic attack.
"Krystal please, I can't handle your dramatics today," I pulled the comforter over my head. "Please just this once think of someone other than yourself."
"You don't understand!" She yanked my blanket off.
"Enlighten me then!" I snapped.
"Someone stole my diary!"
I sat up wiping my eyes. "You have a diary?"
"Yes and it's gone! I tore my room apart looking for it, I went on a rampage throughout my entire house but it's not there!"
"What's the big deal? So you lost your diary? It'll turn up."
"No I didn't lose it, it was stolen! I keep it locked up and someone picked the lock where I kept it!"
"Krystal we'll find it ok? Just not right now, I'm not exactly feeling up to doing anything."
"Cheyenne I know you're upset about Sebastian but-"
"How do you know we broke up?"
"Everyone knows."
Another sob escaped and my heart broke all over again. Great. I was never going back to school.
"Cheyenne please you have to help me!" Krystal grabbed my shoulders. She was crying so badly her nose was running.
Ok maybe this was worse than I thought.
"What exactly is in the diary?" I asked the obvious question.
"I can't- I-"
"I can't help you unless you tell me," I probed.
"It's bad," she whispered. "Everyone's going to hate me."
"What could possibly be that bad?"
"Cheyenne I lied!"
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