Yours Faithfully

Chapter 1: Truths Revealed

CHAPTER 1

"Vilya, it's not what you think." It's not what you think? That was the best excuse he could come up with? It's not what you think? The evidence was right there. His lips on hers. That was all the proof I needed.

"Let go of me." I said calmly. Tears couldn't fall out of my eyes because I didn't let them. My heart has been as hard as steel these past days and it took a lot of pain to make it melt.

This was nothing. The boy I once used to call the love of my life let go of my arm and watched me with regret in his eyes. Keep on regretting it.

I walked away, forcing myself to keep my dignity within like a rubber ball. Deep inside, I felt like I wanted to burst from sadness. My eyes swelled with tears but I didn't blink. I was going to keep a straight face and promise myself that I would never cry over a boy. Even if I loved him. Like now.

Stop it!! I cried in my head. My heart wasn't listening. People think that when you cry over a guy, it's ridiculous. When you complain that he was your life, your 'everything' or even the air that you breathed, it was just an excuse. Yeah right. If you truly love a guy, you become so attached to him and he becomes the better half of your life. When he leaves, a part of your soul becomes lost.

Today, I caught my 'better half' cheating on me with another girl, prettier than I was. We used to promise each other so many things. Even marriage came up once. We've been dating for four years now and I still felt the same way I did as when I met him. Why do things like this happen? Is it a lesson I'm supposed to learn? Did I do something wrong? Did I choose the wrong path in life? Falling in love seemed so impossible to me. My heart was already given to one person so why should someone else steal it?

Three days later, my eyes were puffy and red, I had become skinnier, each heartbeat hurt my chest, and I was weak. Too weak to do anything especially keep myself alive. Life has taught me so many things in the past. Nothing is ever as it seems. Absolutely nothing. To make things worse, exams were a few months away. I didn't have energy to study, to focus… to do anything. My legs forced themselves to go to school for the sake of my broken down future.

Like most teenagers, I had a best friend. Her name was Chrizelle Lowell. She has been with me through the thick and thin of life. We met at CNA when we were about ten, arguing over a Barbie doll and as they say, the rest is history. She had a boyfriend too, but the difference between our relationships was that she gave her boyfriend a second chance when she caught him with another girl. I didn’t. So you can just imagine what she was telling me.

"Vilya, everybody deserves a second chance! You've loved each other for like four years now and because of one stupid kiss, you want to ruin that relationship?"

Now it was suddenly my fault. I didn't ruin anything! He did. That imbecile, that idiot! That hypocritical cheater! I had so many names for him... even in my head.

"Chrizelle, listen to yourself! That liar doesn't deserve a second chance! He did this to me!" I showed her my weak body and pale face. I looked like a mess. All I could do was take a bath this morning and almost half were filled with tears. I could barely put on my school belt because I broke down crying on the floor. My appetite was heavily decreasing. I didn't have dinner last night and my tummy was growling for food. I didn't even have the desire to take care of myself. For who, really? Who wanted to see me happy? Who wanted to love me? Right. No one.

"If you don't get yourself together quick, you'll mess up your life. I've been through that stage so I know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Whatever." I dismissed her. What was the use arguing over a hopeless case? Teachers and my classmates noticed the way I was acting. The crazy, happy, and funny Vilya Scott they once knew became nothing more than a presence. I didn't care. Mrs. Steyn, one of my favourite teachers called me after class. She asked me what was wrong. Why was I so still? "Nothing." I answered and walked away. I received texts, a few calls, and even comments on my Facebook page.