Turning the volume up to the highest it would go on my stereo I belted out the lyrics.
"I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken!" I jumped on my bed as I grasped my massive rectangular brush in my hand.
"I'm gonna say it like it's never been spoken!" I bounced around my bed singing louder and louder.
"TONIGHT, TONIGHT, I'M LETTING GO. GO. GO .GO!!!!" I sang breathlessly, as soon as the song finished I flopped onto my back letting my body gently land on my soft bed covers. I lay there for a few minutes until my breathing pattern went back to normal.
"Never again" I mumbled out loud.
Although I tell myself this statement every time I seem to do the same thing every weekend: Jump on my bed with a brush in my hand and belt out songs that play from my IPod. This always ends with me desperately trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.
I rolled over onto my side and leaned over towards my bed side table. I stretched my arm as far is it would go until my skinny fingers gripped hold of the draw handle, dragging it open I dipped my hand inside the draw and removed my blue inhaler from it. I pressed the cold plastic to my lips, pressed the button at the top and sucked in the air from inside it. I repeated this action twice which made me feel much more relaxed.
I closed my eyes carefully as I put my head onto my pillow. "Finally, I can breathe properly again"
"Talking to ourselves again Felicite" A gentle voice joked.
"Of course not mother" I replied giggling. I felt the bed dip next to me as my mam lay beside me. I opened one of my eyes slowly.
"Boo" My mam whispered.
I giggled again. "Rawrr!!" I shouted back making my mam jump out of her skin and fall onto the floor with an 'oomph'.
"Oh my cucumber!" I exclaimed jumping off my bed. "I'm so sorry mam"
"It's fine" My mam said grabbing onto my hand that I kindly held out for her. I pulled her up then wrapped my arms around her curvy waist.
"I'm so so so so sorry!" I mumbled over and over again, my breathing beating rapidly.
"Fifi..." My mam whispered pulling my away from her body. She put her hand under my chin to make me look at her. "I'm fine, stop panicking." She leaned down and kissed my forehead gently.
"Oh-Kay" I sang smiling. I trusted my mam a lot, so when she said she was fine I felt fine and I could stop worrying about whether she was hurt or not.
"Shall we go eat?" My mam asked.
"ooh, yes please!" I chirped excitedly.
"Well, you get dressed and I'll go sort the car out" My mam kissed my forehead again before leaving my room and closing my door as she went.
"Lets get ready Fifi" I told myself firmly. I ran towards my IPod docking station and clicked on a random song: Demi Lovato- Give Your Heart A Break. I beamed happily as the song started. Walking towards my wardrobe I pulled out an outfit to wear for the day: A pair of skinny white jeans with a beautiful, pink, baggy top and to top it all off I wore some pink and white sparkly heels. Sitting down on my hard, black stool a brushed my natural ginger hair and smiled at my reflection in the mirror, which obviously, smiled back at me. I lifted my brush to my lips and sang the last verse of the song which was currently playing.
" 'Cause you've been hurt before, I can see it in your eyes. You try to smile it away, some things you cant disguise"
I stared into the mirror in front of me as I watched a stray tear slide down my rosy cheeks.
"Don't wanna break your heart. Maybe I can ease the ache, the ache... So let me give your heart a break, give your heart a break. Let me give your heart a break, give your heart a break."
I wiped away all the salty tears running down my face but continued to sing even though I was out of breathe from singing loudly.
"There's just so much you can take, Give your heart a break. Let me give your heart a break, your heart a break. Oooh yeah, yeahh"
I inhaled deeply then exhaled harshly whilst gasping for breath.
"The day I first met you.....You told me you'd never fall in love" I whispered before my lungs gave in and fell into a deep sleep making me, also, go unconscious...
neverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸen
Thanks for reading:) If you liked it please vote/comment then tell me what you thought about it:D
Picture to the right is of Felicite and what she picks out of her wardrobe to wear;P
Lots of Diamonds
Ali x x x
neverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸenneverвeenвroĸen
YOU ARE READING
Never Been Broken
Teen FictionFelicite's motto has always been:' Love is Larger than the Pressure to be Perfect' but when her mam and dad sign her up to go back to school after a major attack will she be able to cope? She's always been know as the beautiful yet queer child of ev...