Its been a month since the whole blow up with Jackson. Me and my mom moved to Ontario, Canada. I can now have a fresh start, a new school and new friends. I even have a boyfriend. His name is Ben, we've only been dating a week but it feels like forever.
I hope he stays with me, I love being around him. He's not like Jackson, he's to nice. I couldn't imagine him intentionally hurting me. He makes me feel better than Jackson ever did.
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I wake up to a fresh morning breeze against my face. I rub my eyes and grasp my phone. I open a text message as my eyes bulge out of my head when it's Jackson's number. the message reads "Macy, I feel terrible about everything, it keeps me up at night knowing I lost the person I cared about. I'm so sorry-Jackson". my brain is numb, my emotions are taking over. It's not that I still have feelings for him, he was the one who hurt me last, and hurt me the most. The pain he caused me lingers, and nothing, not even Ben can make it go away. I am broken, shattered, everyone that has caused me pain has broke me. I can not be fixed, I can only function.
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The Broken One
Short StoryA girl who's emotionally broken but won't let anyone know. she doesn't want people to think she wants attention.
