Half a heart

Chapter 12

Half a heart

Chapter 12

I did not go home.

I just ran.

I ran down my street.

Past my house.

Down to the other side of town.

I ran through the forest.

I wanted to get lost.

Lost not in his eyes.

Lost in the world.

No one could find me.

No one could save me.

Lost in death.

Tears just flossed through my eyes.

You made me promise.

You broke that promise.

There's a special thing about pacts.

Someone always breaks them.

One way or another they break.

Some how, it ends and it leaves the other person with a load of sadness or emotion.

But the other person doesn't care.

They broke the promise, it doesn't matter to them anymore.

It's done.

Forever.

I sunk down into a ball. He didn't care, he never did. He put on this act to kill me.

And it did.

A rush of water hummed in the distance.

This would be the end of bailey shale.

It had to be the end.

There was nothing left of me.

Because once you can't find the most painful kind of pain, your dead.

Death is usually painless, unless you want it to be.

I ran out of the forest and into an unrecognizable territory.

It was marked off.

Restricted area.

And I was free.

I ran to a torn up fence and climbed it.

Getting rid of my anger.

My hands burned, my wrists cut, reopening long healed scars.

You never really heal.

I tugged at the fence until it fell.

I fell ten feet and the fence crushed me under it.

I still didn't feel the pain I felt that Zach put on me.

Maybe it was time.

Time to fly away.

I squeezed out from under the fence.

I had scratched along my neck and face.

I had one coming from under my eye.

I ran farther into the deserted village.

I found an empty house and looked through the cupboards.

I found rubbing alcohol and poured it on a cloth.

I dabbed my wounds soaking in the burn.

I cried and the salt burned.

For anyone who misses me. Don't cry.