After getting dressed I proceed to straighten up the house. I still live with my parents,I'm 21 and still live at home;well that was gonna change cause I was gonna move in with him and we were gonna be one big happy family but that's not gonna happen anymore. Sighing I go to the bathroom to run a brush through my wavy red hair once more. I love my hair,in fact it is the only thing I like about myself. Is my hair. I've always thought it to be so pretty. Glancing at the mirror before I leave I see myself,on the outside I look ok and then when I look into my eyes. I see it,I see the soul of a shattered girl lingering in the background. Turning away I proceed out the door,kissing my puppy on the head telling him to behave and be a good boy while I was gone.
Walking to my car,I pause momentarily taking a deep breath of fresh air. Smiling to myself,yes this heart break sucks and it may seem like the death of me but I'll be ok. Sliding in my car I go to work,wishing that I had taken some Tylenol or something before I left because the night before of crying was catching up to me. Praying that I could get through the day without killing someone or walking out. I need the job,I need the money especially if I'm moving out soon.
As soon as I pull into my parking spot at work,I open the door and lean out throw up on the concrete. Spitting to get the taste out of my mouth,I sigh and pull myself out of the car. Going to the bathroom before I clock in I splash myself with cold water. Glancing up in the mirror I still see that broken girl looking back at me,I smile and it's like she hides behind the smile. I still see her but no one else will. No one else will know the pain and suffering she is going through until she has come out back on top. She will stand on her own two feet again. Yes,she did/does love him. Yes,she does want him back. Yes,she dying on the inside. However in time things will heal and she will still love him,no matter what but she will accept that it's over. Throwing open the door I slide on my hat and proceed to clock in. My eight hours of hell have only just begun and with my mental stability on the fritz we will see who comes out alive tonight.
