Painting Our Destiny [COMPLETE]

Sorrowful Sketches

Just wondering, who wants me to write something from Corey's point of view?

Chapter 22:

I did end up feeling the pain. The next morning to be exact. I woke up and the image of yesterday's betrayal flashed through my mind, giving me a splitting headache. I groaned and curled myself into my duvet, hiding my face.

How could I let this happen again? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

My body felt weak and numb as it started to shake from the small sobs wracking through it. My heart crumbled and what was left of it felt heavy, weighing me down, grounding me, making me realise it was real.

I bit down hard on my lip, attempting to distract the pain in my chest to somewhere else. As I silently cried, my covers became wet with tears and my eyes started to sting. I managed to momentarily halt my tears and lay on my back, looking up at the blank ceiling. There was nothing interesting to look at at all but I stared at it anyway.

Come on you are better than this! You've done all this pointless crying before, you don't need to do it all again. You promised me you wouldn't fall in love again and look what happened. This just proves that love is just something that gets people's hopes up but really it puts the hook where it hurts the most. Don't make things worst by thinking he actually cares for you! He's not worth it! Right, okay now breathe...stop crying and breathe...

I ran my hands over my face and took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for a day I school and...Corey. My face quickly morphed into a frown as I practiced being stone cold and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed.

I can do this!

I stood up and walked over to my wardrobe. I meakly flung open the door and glanced around my clothes.

What says "I don't give a shit?"

My eyes landed on my leather jacket and my heart felt like someone had wrapped their hand around it and squeezed with all their might. My stomach clenched and my eyes filled with tears once again.

You're such a wimp! I mentally scolded myself as I fell back onto my bed. I tried to ignore the shooting pain stabbing through my chest but it was no use. Eventually, I gave up trying to pretend he didn't effect me the way he did and just let my feelings swallow me whole. It felt like there was a black hole sucking up my heart, making it cave in on itself over and over again.

Time drifted on as I laid in my bed, school forgotten, as I hid in my own self pity. Luckily, my parents leave for work before I have to go to school so they probably wouldn't notice if I missed a day. However, I still had a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me this is wrong.

Ugh, you're such a goody two shoes! You need a break to just be by yourself and get through this...well the worst part anyway.

After a while, I lifted my head up off my pillow and wiped the salty crust my dried tears had left behind off my cheeks. I limply walked out of my room and floated downstairs to the kitchen like a zombie. I headed to the fridge freezer and pulled out a pot of ice cream. As I looked at it lying in my hand, I felt my stomach start to churn in disgust. The ice cream was a lot more appealing yesterday. I quickly chucked the ice cream back into the freezer and slammed the door shut.

I am not one of those pathetic clichés!

I walked back up to my room, after grabbing an apple out of the fridge, and sat down at my desk.

I might aswell make my sorrow productive.

I picked up my phone, ignored the multiple missed calls from Corey and started to blast Avenged Sevenfold through a Bluetooth speaker. I then placed my A3 sketchbook on top of my desk, opened it to a new page and started to draw.