I've never felt this way before in my whole entire life. It hurts so badly. It isn't the regular pain you get from breaking an arm. It's the mental pain. I am not physically broken, but am psycologically. Tears madly rolling down my face, I grip my chest, my heart hurting so bad. I chew furiously on my nails, the nervous habit too hard to break, pulling off a few. I scream. Scream as loud as I can. Why did this have to happen?
Blood dripping down my fingers, I fall to the floor. I scream again. Screaming won't help me now. Nothing will. Crying, trembling, and shaking, I ball myself up in the fetal position. I grab my chest again, trying to reach and hold my heart. Everything hurts so badly.
"I need you so much, Tyler. I love you. I never got to say that... I love you, Tyler. I LOVE you. I LOVE YOU." I yell, throat burning and slamming my fists against the ground. Staring up into the pale ceiling, I try to think with my clouded mind. Holding my breath, I lay there. I stay there for a while, trying to suffocate myself to consume the pain. Despair creeping around the edges of my vision, I slowly lose consciousness.
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The Magic of Unknowing
Teen FictionYou don't know what is happening in other people's minds until it's too late.
