The Broken Heart Syndrome

Good morning babe

Author's note

Hello beautifuls ! My name is Laetitia, I'm seventeen, and I'm Lebanese. This is the first story that I write in English, so please don't be too harsh if I make some mistakes. You can just notify me and I'll do my best to correct them from A to Z.

Initially, I started to write this story in French, also on Wattpad, but then decided to translate it in English. Hopefully, it will be acceptable, and I'm really looking forward to share it with every single one of you !

Please don't plagiarize my work, it's like my baby, and I'm incredibly sorry if there is any resemblance with another story or real events. And if you try to kidnap my baby, I'll hunt you, find you, and feed you to my dog. Just joking. Or not. Gotcha ! But yeah don't do it please.

Another thing. This story is not a cliché one. It's about a bad boy and a girl, but not in the "classic way". It's the story of a broken person, and someone who truly wants to help her. It's not about the shy, nerdy girl who falls for the bad boy. It's a story of friendship, of unreturned love, of weakness and strength, of grieving and illness, of passion and caring.

I just hope you'll love it as much as I do and will give the story a chance.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. Enjoy ! Love you all already !

Oh, and don't forget to vote ;)

- Laetitia

Monday 1st May 2015

Poppy's POV

"Poppy get up ! Come on you're gonna be late !" An awfully annoying voice wakes me up and a pair of ugly hands shaked my shoulders. I hate my brother. And if there is something that I hate even more than Gabriel, it's monday mornings.

"Leave me alone", I groaned and desperatly held into my bed.

"Stop being such a baby and get up. I have better things to do then wake you up every morning", replied the devil.

"Like stalking some girls on adult sites ?" What, I'm sure that's one of his hobbies ! Gabriel chuckled and pushed me out of bed, as my butt graciously met the cold floor. I really, really wanted to kill him, but he left my room. Smart move.

I sighed and made my way to the bathroom for a hot relaxing shower. After drying my hair, I decided to wear my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, and some converse. Satisfied with my look, I got out of my beloved room and joined the rest of my family in the kitchen.

"Hello sweetheart", greeted me my mom with her reassuring smile while my dad placed a glass of orange juice in front of me.

"Hi mum, hi dad." My parents are pretty awesome. I heard a car honking, there was my ride.
"Oh, Val is already here. I gotta go, see you in the afternoon." I grabed two packs of oreo, my school bag, and quickly got in Valentino's red jeep.

"Hey Val", I smiled at him and then kissed him on the cheek.

"Good morning babe", replied my best friend. "Please tell me that the oreos are for me", he pleaded with his puppy eyes. I couldn't say no to that look. Never could never will.

"You can have a pack", I defeatedly said

"I love you Pops !" Yeah me too...

Valentino and I have known each other forever. Our mothers met when they were both pregnant and gave birth to us the same day. Since then, he's been my best friend. He knows everything about me, from my incredibly painful period to my bra size (don't get me wrong, it's just that he's nice enough to take care of me when I'm PMSing, and I usually drag him with me when I go shopping).

The only thing that I hide from Valentino are my feelings for him. I'm deeply, madly, painfully in love with him, but he has no clue about it. I should be an actress. You're probably wondering why I don't confess my love so we can get married and have our four babies, Katie, Joshua, Daniel, and Sara, but truth is, I'm afraid. Yup, I'm a chicken. I'd rather watch him kiss other girls, plan his dates, help him pick jewelry for someone else, than risk losing him.
I mean he clearly sees me as just a sister. So why would I risk our friendship ? I guess I'll just stay in the friendzone.

"Have I told you that Willow and I are official now ? She said that she was ready to, and I quote, let the world know about our love. Kinda clingy, but I like her, so I agreed to it." I smiled and warmly congratulated him. Actually, I deserve an Oscar.

He seemed happy, and it was enough to make me okay with the whole situation. I just want him to always smile, it's all I need. Valentino stoped his car in the parking lot and we soon entered prison. A horrible, depressing prison, where we are tortured by heartless teachers and murderous books.

"Hey besties", said a cheerful voice in the hallway.

"Hi Vivienne", Val and I jinxed. Vivienne completes our trio. I love this girl, she's the craziest person I know, and the only one who knows about my feelings for Valentino.

"I soooo need to talk to you guys about Greg. Can you believe that he asked me out last week and he's already thinking about having kids ? Geez we're only eighteen ! It's creeping me out ! What should..."

Vivienne's blabbering was soon interrupted by the loud sound of the slam of the enormous wood door. No one ever closes that door.

"What the hell is going on ?" asked Valentino.

I looked at the door and saw someone standing in front of it. It was a little redhead, also a senior. Theresa Klaus. I think she's bullied by some of her classmates, especially cheerleaders. Some of them are real bitches. Theresa was looking at the students with hate in her eyes. She had a gun in her hand.

"I... I hate you all ! You made my existence a living hell. All of my life, all of my fucking life, I wanted to die because of you. You are heartless bullies, I hate you all !"

While she was talking, I discreetly composed 911 on my phone, hoping that they will understand the situation and send cops.

"I hate you ! I hate myself, the person I became because of you fucking morons ! I can't bear seeing you happy, to know that your biggest problem is not being asked to prom by one the jocks, that the only of your matters is having to choose between a pink and a blue dress for prom, when I have to fight every single day of my life to stay alive. But guess what, you won't be attending prom. Because of me. Because right now, I'm the powerful one. I'm the one with the gun. And I'm gonna use it. In just a few minutes, all of the seniors will rot in hell. Literally speaking. Let the party begin !" screamed Theresa.

And I heard the first shot. In a second, everyone was screaming, crying, trying to escape. I was also screaming, and held Valentino's hand. He pulled me closer to him and tried to open the janitor's closet's door. He then pushed me in it, but I felt his body getting rigid, and he fell on me. I touched his back and, horrified, saw my hands maculated with blood. His blood.

"NO PLEASE NO!" I shouted and cried. I kept crying and screaming, but I then felt his hand move.

I looked at his beautiful eyes, he was trying to breath, hard.

"I'm...I'm sorry baby", he said.

"Please Val don't leave me please don't..." I kept crying.

"Po... Poppy I... I love you b... baby. Be s... strong." Those where the love of my life's last words. I don't think I'll ever be able to describe what I felt a this moment, when the countless stars that used to shine in his beautiful eyes just... disappeared. As I screamed and cried, he closed them, and all I could feel under his dead body was my heart. My broken heart.

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