A Fresh Start

Heartache

I wake up the next morning, and I'm exhausted. I still haven't caught up on sleep. I get out of bed, and begin to get ready. I put on a blue shirt, jeans, and converse. I put on my brace, and head downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, beautiful!", Sean greets me, and hands me a plate of food.

"Good morning.",  I say, and let out a yawn.

When we're ready, we grab our bags, and head to school.

In science, Sean sits next to me. This science is much harder. I don't understand most of it. That isn't good, because I'm supposed to be a senior next year. But, if I don't understand the material, I probably will fail. Failing means that I'm going to be a junior again. 

About five minutes later, a guy starts making me very angry.

"So, how are your dead brothers doing?", the guy asks.

The entire class except Sean and I starts busting out in laughter. I stand up, and Sean tries to stop me. Thankfully, I stop him from stopping me.

"Listen. Both Caleb and Christian meant the world to me. Okay? Caleb went through so much. He was verbally and physically abused. And for Christian? He fought a very hard battle of cancer. He had stage four lung cancer. So don't you dare say bad stuff about them. They both went through more things than they should have. So, shame on you for saying that.", I say angrily, then sit down.

"That was brave of you.", Sean says.

"Yeah, well, they better not say that again. They don't even know half of what they went through.", I say.

That afternoon, as we're at our lockers, about to go home, one of the guys from science approaches me. He slams me against my locker.

"So, you think you can talk to us like that?", the guy asks.

"So, you think you can talk about my little brothers like that?", I ask.

"You think you're all cool. You think you can do whatever you want. But guess what? Newsflash! You can't! So stop trying.", the guy says, and slams me against the locker again.

Thankfully, Sean comes over here. He grabs the guy, and pulls him away from me.

"Hey. Stop. You don't even know half of what she's been through. So stop it.", Sean says.

"And neither do you.", the guy says.

"Wanna bet? She's my girlfriend. I know what she's been through. If I ever see you do this again, I'm going to hurt you. And don't even think about reporting me because I'm threatening you. That's not a threat. It's an absolute promise.", Sean says. 

That evening, Sean sits on the end of my bed, as usual.

"You didn't have to do that, today.", I say.

"Of course I did. I'm not just going to let him do that to you and not say anything about it.", Sean says.

"But, still.", I say.

"But what?", Sean asks.

"But, I was okay.", I say. 

"But, what if you weren't?", Sean asks.

"I guess we would have figured it out. Goodnight. I love you.", I say.

"Goodnight. Love you too.", Sean says, and kisses me on the forehead. 

He turns off the light and shuts the door. I fall asleep almost instantly.

I wake up in the middle of the night, and I miss Christian and Caleb so much. I feel a sharp pain in my chest. It's almost as if someone just stabbed me in the chest. I decide that even though my last attempt failed, I'm going to attempt to pay a permanent visit to Caleb, Christian, and my mom. I grab a piece of paper, and write a note for Sean.

Sean,

I want you to know that I love you. Don't ever think differently. I love you so much, but I just can't take this anymore. Listen. I know that I'm all that you have, but I promise you that there are better, beautiful, and smarter girls out there than me. I'm going to go see my mom, Caleb, and Christian. I love you.

Love,

Anna.

I quietly go into Sean's room, and lay the note on his nightstand. I then go to the kitchen, and grab my keys and phone. I decide to leave clues around the house to let him know how I'm leaving. I take his keys out of the drawer, and lay them on the counter. 

I go to my car, and begin to drive. This is just like last time. Tears begin to fall slowly, each time falling faster than the last. Heartache can destroy you. I begin to cry even harder. Who cares if I'm driving upset? I sure don't. The next thing I know, an eighteen wheeler runs into me. Goodbye, Sean. I love you.