Unprotected Heart

I'm done

The words floated across the screen in a blur. I felt numb. This was the second time he had done this and I fought so hard the first time, that I had no fight left in me. "Okay", I sent the text and before my heart could understand the pain, my brain had already understood. I now lived on autopilot. I pulled a fake smile towards my family, hiding the pain inside. We were at Southside Waffle House with a long time family friend, Mike, when Kaden had broken up with me. A text message, "I'm done," like a fight I was no longer worth his time. Smiling until I was no longer worth my family's attention, I glared at the technology that had delivered the horrible text to me. I opened the 'Temple Run' game app, I played my pain off as frustration at my game. It worked, of course, them not knowing any different. When we walked through the door to our home, I headed to my bedroom, claiming I was in the middle of a very interesting book. I was of course, but normally I would instantly read it. This time was different. Once in the safety of my own bedroom, I locked the door and stared into the large body mirror hanging on the back of my door, turning this way and that. I was truly overweight, and no, I ain't one of those people who claim they're fat and weigh like 190, no I weigh 220. I freakin' wish I was one of them people. I have lightly tanned skin and I'm 5'3. I turned 15 five months back. He was there, it was our first date. Shaking my head, I laid on the floor and started doing sit ups, and leg lifts. Determined to make a change for myself, who knows, maybe then he'd know what he missed out on. He's gonna wish he never left me.