Chapter 1,Shatter

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Is it possible for your heart to break more than once? If it's already broken can it even break again? Can you pick up shattered pieces? All I know is my heart has shattered again and again and I'm not sure if I have any pieces left to put together.

First those people who I used to call my family broke it once. Then those I called my friends broke it again.  Lastly the person who I loved the most and trusted the most broke it. Although it only happened three times it feels like a hundred. Is it even possible to restore what has already been destroyed?

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Vivian p.o.v

"Why  aren't the Windows cleaned yet"  my mother,if you can even call her that, asks me. "I was cleaning the living room and I haven't got to it yet" I reply nervously. "You useless girl get out of my sight and never come back!" the woman yells at me. I saw this coming years ago.

After my big brother,James, died and my father left my mom for a twenty year model she has changed. The scars on my back and the cuts on my wrist from cutting were proof. I'm not saying I'm suicidal I just needed a way to deal with the pain. This woman has made my life hell for the past three years.

Now I can finally leave. Running upstairs before she could say anything else I throw my little amount of belongings into a bag and start to walk down the street. Wait now where am I suppose to go. I have no money. Not exactly sure what to do I decide to go to my boyfriend Brandon's house. At least I'll have someone to talk to.

Brandon and I  have been together since freshman year of high school. He was the one thing I loved and the only one I could talk to seeing as all of my friends turned out to be fake. I walk the five blocks to Brandon's house. I see his car in the driveway so he's probably home. I walk past his silver Porsche and stop when I hear moaning type noises.

What the neck I  think as I turned and look into the car. Right there in the backseat is Brandon with Hannah Jones. The girl who would practically do any living thing. It just so happens Brandon and her are kissing and surprise he's. just in his boxers. I swear I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest.

After all the crap. (Sorry I'm too nerdy to swear) that has happened only hours ago here my boyfriend is about to
to have sex with freaking Hannah Jones. Finally Brandon looks out the window and sees me. I can't do this anymore. I begin to run away from the car.  All I know is I have to get away from this car.

"Stop Vivian baby I can explain" I hear Brandon yell. You know what screw him. There is no explanation for this. And to think I told him I loved him. I don't know how long I've been running. I stop in front of a forest and lean on a tree. Wait where did my suitcase go? Great know I have no where to go and nothing with me.

I know it's weak of me but I begin to cry. I just let the tears fall and fall. I don't know how long I've cried but then suddenly everything goes black.

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