HAZEL

Chapter one

"What's it like?" She asked me.
"what do you mean?" I replied.
"loving someone who doesn't love you back. How does it feel?"
"It's heartbreaking. They say they love you, but never treat you right. Or they just become an actor. They make you believe that they love you, when in reality, they're scared that they will hurt you. So they put on this act of fake love until they break character, oh so suddenly."  I explained to her.
"is that where you turn to drugs, alcohol, and sex?"
The question ran furiously through my mind. My thoughts racing. "Short answer would be yes." I finally responded.
my best friend stared at me before looking down at her lap. I could tell, she was obviously disappointed in me. I used to be a good, Christian girl. Then I had sex... And vodka... but then I stopped when I met him. He was so handsome. So kind. He loved me... or so he said he did. But I made loving me difficult, so he gave up. So had my parents. I don't have a home anymore. After my mom checked up on me when I was at a party, while I was wasted and stoned, my house keys did not fit the locks.
"Why-why am I such a disappointment?" I asked, with tears falling into my gray/blue eyes. "no one wants, and/or cares for me anymore! I am a homeless, alcoholic, drug addict teenager with no future."
"Hazel, you're not-" she started.
"Yes I am! I'm a hopeless drunk at 16!" I yelled. "God hates me! There's no compassion he has left for me!"
"Hazel, listen to me. God does not hate you. You're just a bad spot in your life right now."
"Melissa, I've been in a bad spot since I was five."
She looked down, and not knowing what to say. She shook her head and stood up from the park bench we had been sitting on. "Hazel, I'd love to help you, but every week we go through this." She said.
"What do you mean?" I once again I asked.
"'God hates me! I'll never find love! Everyone in my life hates me!'" She mimicked.
"Excuse me?" I asked, obviously offended.
"You do this every week! You yell nonsense and lies up to the sky! You go off on me, when I've been here since you were 13 years old, Hazel! You say no one loves you, so fine! Now officially no one loves, and/or cares about you because the one person who did love and care about you is done. So goodbye, Hazel." She yelled at me. And with that, I was officially all alone in life, with nothing but the cold park bench I was sitting on as the only thing to support me.