Broken

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"Julianne get up!" My mother scolded.

I was better off dead. Today was the

worst day ever. I loved someone who

died. He left me in this world behind.

And today was his funeral. The world

was sad too. That's why there was a

thunderstorm. Since his death, I cut

and burned my self. I was put in rehab

ever since he died. I slowly got up since

I cut yesterday. I winced as I put my

hands on my thighs. I deserve to feel

this pain. I was drunk that night. I was

supposed to die. But he threw himself

in front of me causing the car to hit

him. Even though I was drunk, I could

see that he was injured badly. All the

horrible moments of that night came

flooding back. I cried as I got out of

bed. I looked at the picture of us

together and he was perfect. His hair,

his eyes, his smile, his laugh.

Everything. I grabbed my towel and

went to the bathroom to shower. I

stripped off my clothing and tossed

them in the hamper. I turned on the

water and looked at my reflection in

the mirror. I saw how miserable I

looked. My brown hair was a

mess. My brown eyes were dull and

lifeless. I wiped the tears and stepped

in the shower. I washed my self with a

body gel he got me as a present. The

smell of coconut and pineapples

reminded me of him. I then washed my

hair and stepped out. I wrapped the

towel around my body and took the

blow drier and blow dried my hair. I

took a deep breath as I got ready for his

funeral. I had bought a black lace dress

with a pair of black heels. He loved

when I wore lace. He said it made me

look like an angel. But now he's gone

and he won't be able to tell me that

anymore. I wiped away more tears as I

got dressed. Once I was done I looked

in the mirror. I chose to wear little

make up because he said it made me

look perfect. And he can't say that any

more. I applied eyeliner and mascara

with a bit of blush. I sighed again as I

grabbed my bag and my phone. I

walked out of my room and went down

stairs to find his parents. "Hi Julie."

"I'm so sorry." I spoke with my voice

cracking. "Shh don't cry. He loved you,

he protected you." "He didn't have to

die for me." I said as I cried into his

mothers jacket. "Eat up so we can go."

She suggested. I wiped my eyes and

nodded. She was being strong for

herself and me. We ate in silence and I

went back up stairs to fix my makeup.

After I fixed myself, I grabbed my coat

and an umbrella and I left with his

parents. The car ride was silent and I

actually liked it for the first time.

"Were here." She spoke. I wasn't ready

for this.

I wasn't ready to say goodbye.

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