Short Stories from the Heart

Freedom of the Heart

She stopped running. She cluched her chest, gasping in the air that hung arund her. She had been chasing him for about a week, and even though she knew she could not get it back, she still wanted it back. She put her hand to where it had been. She use to be able to feel it beat, to feel love and hatred. She had liked him for one second and the next thing she knew he had run of with it.

Did he know how fragile she was? How her heart had been so easily brocken before and how it killed her to know that it would break again. She knew that her fanticies of handing it over to him and then him giving her his would never come true. Now she was a hallow shell of herself. She felt no sadness or pain. No emotions that were a normal part of everyones life. She felt stiff and almost stone like, but she knew she was more fragile than ever. Even without her heart in her chest she would still feel a glimps of emotion whenever her heart was tampered with. Her mind was the only thing that controled her now. Her mind wanted her heart back. Her mind wanted the naïve joy of emotions.

She didn't understand why it was so hard to get her heart back but she had once read that a heart freely given can never be taken back. She could chase him forever and never get it back. She would chase him though. She would chase him not for love, but for her heart back. She knew this was a lie though because she knew she loved him. Even if he told her he could never love her back, she would still love him.

So, she would chase him for her heart but whenever she got close to getting it back he would manage to breack into her mind and dance endlessly aroud her toughts tell she found herself feeling more lost and alone and in much more pain then she was before. She spent tortured nights thinking about him. Then she dreaming about him as she slept. She dreamed and made up fanticied in her head about finding true, pure love that was destiny. Then, waking up to her own reality when she used her fears to beat herself down to were she felt guilty abut everything and felt guilty about ever wanting him because she was an awful person deep down and she felt that to be the truth.

He tormented and tortured her as she spent weeks on end chasing after him to get her heart back. She wanted to be brave to catch him and demand it back and yell and him making sure he would not want her back, that he would hate her just as much as she feared. But then again she wated him to not hate her heart and to tell her that he loved her, but she had too high of hopes.

When she finaly cought him he was in a secret place in his mind where no one but him had ever went before. She found that he was using her heart. That it was one of many in his collection. That he was using everything he could to chip away at them and making them blead.

But she also foud that inside, he was torn. He was complicated and his heart was smashed into a thousand peices and that he had not bothered to clean them up he had not tried to make them whole again. She knew he wasnt what she had expected. She did not know why any of this was like this but all she knew is that it was not safe for her to beleive he was an awful person, because he wasn't. She knew she could not asume anything about him and that she loved him.

She knew she wanted to stop loving him. She knew of only one way to stop the pain. She did not think it right but she told him her story, evrything she beleived wrong with herself because she knew alot of it was her want to be with him. So she took her heart and smashed it right in front of him. The peices lay on the cold floor and it hurt more then ever. She had the feeling that neither of them wanted that to happen. But she did it to protect herself.

The peices of bolth their hearts lay on the floor. The peices were close to each other and sometimes hard to tell who's was who's in the dark light of the secret place in his mind. She picked up what looked her peices and ran off. Then she realized as she tried to price them together and they did not fit that she may not have grabed her pieces. They could be his. She could have left some of her heart with him and taken some of his own. And she had the feeling that she did.

Out of safety for herself she put the pieces in a box and carried it around with her so that she could never love again. When her friends needed her she would pull out a peice and share it with them until they were okay then she would put it back. Other then that she got use to feeling nothing and good a pretending to feel. No one knew she was acting and no one needed to know. They just needed to think she was okay, so they would be okay. No one knew that was heartless. But in her own way, she was now truely free.

(Please tell me if I spelt anything wrong. I am really bad at spelling and typing. Other that i hope you liked the story!)