Torn (Groffchele Story)

Torn

 Chapter One

Lea POV

 I couldn’t even remember the last time I saw daylight; my curtains had been drawn the second I got home that long week ago and curled myself up as small as I could inside my bed. My skin was so dry, like the back of my throat that had lost all of it’s natural moist. I just laid in my bed, surrounded by my pillows for decoration purposes and my body was covered in only a long jersey top, which went below my knees and kept me warm and secure while I slept. Looking back on the last week I hadn’t slept really, there were moments when I cried so much I must have passed out of exhaustions hours after but only if for an hour at the least I’d sleep and wake up back into the frustrated and scared state.

I knew the people who loved me, and who I loved were concerned, they kept sitting on the bed near me, brushing my hair, whispering their wishes into my right ear, hoping their words would make me get up and realize it would be okay in time. But right now I couldn’t be positive, I couldn’t believe their words, their phrases, poems. It had taken me so long to find someone who was perfect for me. Someone who fit into my life without any problems, someone who loved me for me and loved when I wore no makeup and had on my sweats instead of being looking glamour model who looked beautiful every second of the day including when they woke up. What I had would never be replaced. And while they told me it would okay, I knew I’d never find someone else who would match my heart so well. How is someone meant to smile after something like this? How are they meant to simply move on, it was like the second he left he took me with him, I couldn’t smile, and I could hardly breathe.

I drifted off eventually for the first time in days, my hair was messy around my face and stray hairs were tucked under my chin, my arms were delicately wrapped around my body and that’s when I felt the weight of someone’s arm around my waist. It was the same way he’d hold me. So tightly and secure around me like he was scared I’d move in the night or someone would take me. That’s what I missed the most, the way he loved me, the way he’d hold me like I was breakable or made of glass. I turned my body slightly, feeling the friction agmost the sheets and saw Jonathan, lying soundly besides me. His sweet smile kept on his face while he slept and he was in sweats, which was unlike him but for me we’d commonly be together chilling in pajamas or sweats because we were just that close.

For the first time I couldn’t help but smile, I knew he had been here every day, watching over me, trying to make me eat or drink, and even though every time I’d dismiss him coldly he never moved, not once. Eventually he’d go home but he always returned the next day to try again. That’s why he was my best friend, like my brother, he would never leave me, not now, not ever.

I snuggled into his frame, the warmth of his chest instantly pulled me in closer and when I felt his arm tuck from behind me and pull me closer to him I closed my eyes slowly.  Being in his arms was the only place I now felt safe. He was knew how to hold me, just like him.

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So thats the first chapter, it's small because I'm not sure how people would react, so please let me know your thoughts!