She was there, just as imagined, with another guy.
Of course, I was heartbroken but I guess I had to learn how to deal with feelings and honestly; I rarely felt anything anymore nowadays.
I had to learn how to control my feelings and how to keep everything locked in, that was until two days ago, when I woke up at 2am trying to mask my tears with the horrible stench of onions that made my eyes swell up.
I don't know what got to me that day, it was completely random. I was trying to go for a record as well; I hadn't cried in three and a half year, that was until then.
And to be honest, that sucked: balls.
She stood there, among others with her eyes wide and her mouth opened like a hawk. Everyone was staring at me as if I just came out of jail or rehab or something.
Okay, well I did come out of both, but they didn't need to know that.
I hadn't been to school for 4 and a half months because I was always in and out of hospital, rehab and counselling; so who could blame them, the way they stared.
Counselling helped, but it didn't change what had happened.
Nothing could, not even rehab.
I sighed took a big drag out of my cigarette, closed my locker and made my way to my first class.
