Fears of the Broken

Fears of the Weeping

Stepping out of Betty I quickly slammed the door shut. Glancing to my right only to see dozens of eyes staring at me.

Gulping, I quietly made my way to the steps of the school. My head low and eyes finding my heeled leather knee high boots particularly interesting at the moment...

Suddenly I yelped in surprise as I was almost tackled to the hallway floors...

"God you had me so worried Euryn! Why the hell haven't you returned my calls! We were all so afraid something had happened to you that night, and those fears only got worse when you sent our calls straight to voicemail!" my closest friend Aislyn practically screamed in my ear as her body shook mine with her quiet sobs.

She quickly struck a nerve , causing me to whimper as I almost broke with the realization that I hadn't even thought of everyone else while I was exiling myself from society...

God Euryn you're such an asshole... I thought, scolding myself as Aislyn finally calmed down and released me from her death grip.

Standing up, we both dusted ourselves off before looking at eachother for a moment. When we both suddenly burst out in laughter, finally relaxing from the warmth and assurance my best friend had brought me, I felt like I could get through the day...

Once we calmed down, we made our way to my locker. Where I then was almost tackled to the ground with another yelp once again by four pairs of arms. As my little group of friends i've known since kindergarten began to hoard me with the same exclamations as Aislyn, who was currently wearing a smug look on her lips as she stood above me.

We all dusted ourselves off while chuckling, not paying attention to the curious glances from people passing by on their way to class.

I quickly gathered the needed supplies for my first hour, I then waved goodbye to everyone and made my way to calculus.

Stepping into the classroom I glanced around, seeing the surprising stares of my fellow classmates.

Ignoring them I walked over to Mrs. Rose and , a sixty-four year old woman who baked more than she assigned homework. The aging teacher quietly hugged me, mumbling an apology for my loss.

I couldn't pay attention, for the almost overwhelming warmth and comfort of the old teacher instantly reminded me of my mother's happy light blue eyes and warm smile that reached her eyes every time, causing crows feet, showing her true age, and was never faked.

I instantly felt myself begin to crumble, after so long of being as strong as I could have possibly been, always holding it together.

Who wouldve thought it was this little woman who finally was the last straw of my strength...

I sniffled at the thought, feeling the first few drops fall onto the little womans pastel purple blouse, causing her to lookup upon my face.

Wiping my tears away, she led me into the hallway after assigning the class work to everyone, quickly pulling them from their daze-like state.

Once we entered the hallway she pulled me into her embrace and just held me while I cried. She never uttered a word, just held me as I sobbed quietly against her shoulder.

Mrs. Rose had always been like family to me, like the grandmother I never had. She and I had spent many lunches together, she had offered for me to come and live with her on her land of three acres after that night. Although I politely declined, the little woman housed her grandson who happened to be a senior like me. She has been trying to set us up for the last three months, even though I have repeatedly told her that I hadn't even met him yet, in which she would always reply that he didn't go to this school.