Dear Cupid

Alone and Hopeless

Doomed to be alone.

That's what I felt when I looked around the place I was in.

"How did I end up here?"  I muttered staring across the white colored room which reek of antiseptics

"You're awake" a voice startled me and I turn my head towards its origin.

A guy was standing there, more or less my age or older by a year or two. He had a rugged look to him, his dark colored hair complimented him well. His eyes were icy blue that they look like they were peace of the sky.

"Who are you?" I asked numbly "Where am I?"

"Don't you remember?" he asked, his brow cocked up "You're in the hospital because ---"

Before he could even finish his sentence, everything came crashing back to me like a hurricane.

(FLASHBACK)

After recieving the invitation and my whole world came crashing down. I cried myself out. I fell asleep because of exhaustion. It was nearly twilight when I woke up, feeling empty and dead inside.

I felt like shit and crap. My throat was dry and I had tear stained cheeks. I croaked as I tried to speak and I really am thankful that I don't have a roommate or this would have been an awkward situation and well I am not in the mood to spill beans and be friendly with people.

Call me a Bitch but I just got my heart broken. I have every right to be bitchy to anyone I don't like. 

I sound like a woman scorned but there's nothing new about that.

I am a woman scorned after all.

So with my pitiful experience, I made my way over to the little kitchen sink in my room.

My room is alright I guess, it has a little kitchen that's why I don't have to live off with only take outs for the entire time I'm here in Uni. There's my double bed which is covered in white sheets and has a red blanket over it. My bookshelf and my study table. The walls were bare except for the soft yellow wallpapers on it. That's pretty much the only furniture and features of my room.

I know it's boring but I liked it that way.

I splashed water to myself to take off the sleepiness in me and also to help make me sober a bit. Not that it did much help anyhow. I felt my eyes sting as more tears threaten to come out. I hate this feeling so much.

Why did the shit hit the fan again?

Am I really that unworthy of happiness?

Damn it all!

I angrily wiped away my tears and quickly turn to rush to the bathroom. To quick for fate's liking since I ended up on my face after I stumbled over.

"Damn it!" I cursed loudly as I tried to get up, feeling a bit of a sting in my arms "Just great!" I grumbled as I sit up, ignoring the pain shooting across my body because of the really bad fall. I inspect my wrists and I sighed. Sprained wrists and some bruises, nothing major.

Carefully I hauled myself up and walked off to the bathroom and get some painkillers from my medicine stash. I noticed that some of my medicine were low in numbers and made a mental note to buy those later when I get the time.