Of Shattered Hearts And Broken Glass

Chapter 8

After a short uber ride I was back at the house.

I entered through the heavy double doors and went upstairs to change. After that I heard a car pull into our driveway, only three other people have a security pass. Two of those were out on business, so that only left one person.

"The time has come to leave her, she has never loved you anyway." My subconscious shouted

"It's not love, it's slavery and you know it." Kyle's words came to mind.

You know what, for once I will listen to my suconscious. She doesn't love me, I am just useful.

"Bye Trace-"

"Hey baby! I've missed you so much!" She came into my room and gave me a peck on the cheek and held me around my neck.

"Are you okay? I heard about the accident shortly after you left, I've got a friend in the insurance business. I wanted to visit you, but there was just so much happening at school and with my parents and... you forgive me, right?"

"Sure" I replied, hipnotised by her compassion and the sincerity in her voice.

"Go pour yourself a bath and I'll order us something to eat." She said, delighted. Adding, "Just give me your wallet" with a nonchalant smile.

"On my table" I replied, caught off gaurd by this new Tracey, you'd swear I was the one that bumped my head.

After bathing I went downstairs and found pizza and a note which was from Tracey:

Dev

Glad to see you're okay. This means the party is still a go, my Queenship is safe. Thanks, you're the best. I sent you the list of things you need to get for the party, while you were in hospital. Check it out, I want nothing but the best.

P.S. Don't you dare drop me, the invitations are already out.

Tracey

Oh, she's back. Here I was thinking my health was the primary concern. People will do and say anything to get what they want.

"You had your chance of getting rid of her"

My subconscious was right, it was just so nice having someone who cared about my well being, for a change.

I put the pizza in the microwave, my appetite gone with my hope, and went upstairs to pour a bath again. This time to visit the only friend who truly cares, the one who cuts away all the numbness and replaces it with warm, comforting crimson.

After drying my thighs and hiding any evidence, I crept into bed and drifted into the pitch black abyss, my only reality away from hell.