Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork [COMPLETED]

Broken Melody; A Day In The Life Of A Dork. Chapter 10

Chapter 10: True Friends

When you're rejected, where else can you go?

When you're unloved, who do you turn to?

When you're abused, what else can hurt you?

When you're standing on the corner of a street in the cold, pitiless night, crying tears and dripping blood all over the pavement.

What pride have you got left?

What else is there to live for?

Don't say that, Lily. I told myself sternly, scowling at my feet. What ever happened to positive thinking?

But I was way beyond thinking positive now, my thoughts were drained in a deep dark hole, so deep, so sad, that I would never find them again.

Words breezed through my mind, repeating themselves over and over again as I stood there.

"How can you say that? You don't even know me!"

"You never cared about me! All you wanted was a replacement for when Callie died!"

"If it weren't for us, you'd be rotting back in that orphanage still!"

"I outta knock some sense into you."

"I'm leaving!"

"Don't you take one foot out of that door, Lillian. Or you'll wish you were never born!"

"Just let her go, Barney!"

At that moment, it was all too much. I dropped my two bags to the ground and collapsed next to them, wrapping my arms around my legs.

What do you do when everything is lost?

You cry.

I cried, so many endless tears that streamed in a never-ending line down my face.

I sat there on the street for what seemed like hours, the blood reminding me of a pain that would never be forgotten.

A heart that will never be healed.

All I could see was his face, his evil, twisted, murderous face. The thought of it made me tremble more than I already was.

"Why, why, why, why, why?" I wept quietly to the pavement, a whisper in the cursed silence.

"Lily?" I heard Ivy's voice from not far away. "Is that you?"

I didn't lift my head, it felt too heavy.

Leave me alone, I hissed silently. I want to be alone.

"Oh, shit!" Her footsteps were a loud clatter as she ran to me. "Can you hear me?"

By then she was beside me, but I still couldn't look at her. I didn't want to move.

"Y-yeah." I stammered, my voice muffled by my arms.

"There's so much blood!" She exclaimed. "Is that all from your nose?"

Then I looked at her, and tried not to be concerned by the sound of her gasp.

I knew what I must look like, a mess, an utterly destroyed mess. The blood had soaked my singlet, my jeans, my face and I knew it was crusted and dripping from my hair. My eyes would've been rimmed-red and my face would've been pale from how faint I was feeling.