Shock Therapy

Chapter 1

Belle's P.O.V

Another day of friends bickering at me, but sugar-coating it, about my feelings to Storm. How come they just won't leave me alone? They just don't know the pain. He broke me, and I just can't make myself form the words to tell them that. The only words I say is "Easier said then done."

They never respond.

Walking into second-hour math class, I thought of the memories of me and Storm.

When he tried on my glasses.

Telling cow jokes.

Sitting with him at lunch.

Our elbows touching in the planetarium.

Making paper boxes.

Playing Minecraft.

Going to Camp Timber-Lee.

I sighed and sat down in my assigned seat, waiting for class to begin. Storm never was impolite to me, because he always had class, so if I sat with my friends who he was with, he never really said anything to me, but never impolite. Not just to me, but to anybody he didn't like, or wasn't friends with. If he ever talked to me, in some cases, he was really awkward and always stuttered. I really don't know what it is that's got him all worked up. I'm the salty one, not him.

I felt something hit me on the back of my head. I turn around to see Storm looking at me sheepishly. He bent down to grab his rubber ball to throw at his friend, while he whispered "Sorry," and looked back up to me.

"Didn't mean to hit you in the head, I tried to throw it to my friend, but I aimed badly- I mean incorrectly, and sorta hit your head and ya..."I laugh at his over-exaggerated awkwardness to me and sighed again. I sigh every time I look into his eyes. There blue.

Ocean's

Sadness

The Sky

Blue-Jay's

Blue Flower's

Everything I think of when I look into his eyes.

What is wrong with me?!

I can't be in love with him, he broke me, he took pieces of you, Belle, his beauty means nothing against his personality.

I can't help it, though.

Most people call him ugly and fat, but he is not fat, nor ugly. They just don't see what I see, that's all. What is up with people and their faces? They act like that is all people are made of. It doesn't make sense to me. Okay, maybe people are more attractive then others, but that's means nothing to me. I really love him for who he is, and there is nothing I can do about it. Nothing! I tried to avoid him, but end up back by his presence. I tried to like other guys, but that ended up with four rejections... I am just a hot mess, and I basically only have my friends. Well I don't know if I should call them my friends if they talk about him all the time when i'm around, like on purpose.

I wish I could get all of this crushing pain away. I can feel it physically, and emotionally. It gives me a headache, my stomach turns, and I don't know how to describe the third one. i don't know if it is physical or emotional. it's the one that hurts the most. I don't know what it is. Maybe just a regular heartbreak. My dad tried medications, home remedy's, and therapy. It all ended up to no avail. I'm gonna pray to God. I know, it's weird to pray in class, but I would probably forget to do so later. I closed my eyes, and prayed to God.

Dear Lord, I want all of this devastating pain to go away. In the name of the almighty God, I pray to you for a release, and a way to cope with the pain that is crushing me inside out. I believe in you God. please? In Jesus name, I pray, Amen.

Just then, the phone rang. The teacher, Mr.Moss, immediately stopped the lesson, excused himself, and went to go answer the phone. I bit my lip to hear a male voice in the phone, but not completely hearing what they are saying. Mr.Moss nodded his head, and checked the clock. Everyone was still chattering, even though the teacher tried to shush them quietly. I started to doodle in my notebook, finishing my Zodiac Sign picture. Right now I'm drawing a Cancer, and doing the finishing touches. The hair is a shade a dirty blonde, and the girl has a crab on her orange dress.

Mr.Moss hung up the phone, and turned to the class. He wrote a note on his desk, and went on finishing his lesson. I tried to keep up with the class, and failed horribly, so i decided to doodle again.

The bell rang ten minutes later, while I was halfway through drawing my Virgo woman, and I grabbed my stuff to leave. Just then Mr.Moss called my name quietly. I went up to him and he passed me a note.

To office at 10:35. Checking out.

So I guess my dad is checking me out of school. Why would he though? I thought he would be at work. Oh well, must be important. Make sure to put on that fake smile everyone loves! my head screamed at me. Oh put a cork in it! I yelled back. I walked into the office to see my dad. He grabbed my stuff, and signed me out.

"Where are we going after this dad?" I asked. He said he was going to tell me later, and I agreed. We walked outside and got in the car. I turned to see a bag full of clothes in the back. I turned to dad looking confused.

"So... where are we going?" I asked again. He sighed and turned to me, not starting the car. Oh no.

"Belle, I know you may or may not like this but... You are going somewhere I think will help you."

I probably looked even more confused. What is he talking about? A place that will help me? I thought he tried everything. I guess not..

"Dad, where is this place and what is it?"

"Well, it's in Los Angeles, and well... A shock therapy home."

My heart dropped.

Or whatever was left of me.