Heal My Heart

sad end | 14 |

Everything was black. The coffin Jack had been placed in, the umbrellas shielding the loved ones of Jack from the rain, my dress that had been bought for a date with Jack that was now never going to happen. The numb feeling in my chest and emptiness in my heart was adding to the weight of my shoulders holding my emotions from escaping.

I stood as I was called to go in front of the many people and speak. I didn't feel the normal anxiety I would've felt as I stood in front of everyone. I clutched my black umbrella in my hand as I stood before them all. I locked eyes with Finn and took a deep breath.

"Hi," I started. "I'm Y/n L/n, or Jack's girlfriend. Sorry, I was Jack's girlfriend. We recently had our one year anniversary of dating," I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Jack..." I sighed sadly. "If you asked me about him a year ago I would've described him as a man whore, but a secretly sweet person. If you asked me now I would tell you that he was the greatest boyfriend and the sweetest, softest puppy dog eyed male you could see. He was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. The amount of times he showed how sweet and caring he was as a person was infinite."

"Jack and I had been friends for a while before our special romance started to happen," I clutched onto my umbrella tighter than I had been before. "Honestly there was this girl that he loved...or he just believed he did. Her name was Ellie."

"Stop being best friends. I don't want you near him," she glared at me before pushing herself off the swing chains. Before she left she swiftly snaked her arms around my legs, flipping me into the cold wood chips.

"You have no right to tell Jack who he can and can't be friends with. You have no right to tell me either. You both sneak out and cheat on each other anyway," I rolled my eyes after picking myself up from the wood chips. She quickly turned around and glared at me again. "You don't even deserve to be Jack's girlfriend."

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"Do you not know what hypothetical means? I wouldn't care if you were good in bed or not. Jack wouldn't care anymore either," I pushed her back off of me and onto a bathroom stall door. She winced from the hit.

"You bitch!" she dug her nails into my arms. I let out a squeak of pain before kneeing her in her lower region. She yelped and fell down as I stepped away from her. I ran towards the bathroom door only to be blocked by four groupies and one boy. She got backup this time?

One groupie grabbed my hair and pulled me farther up. I made a pained noise as it felt like she was going to rip the hair from my scalp. Another pushed my back down with her foot, making the pain on my head increase. I bit the girl that was holding my hair on the leg. I turned around and scratched the other ones face. I probably seemed like an animal but did I care? Not so much when being attacked. I slipped through the others grasps and dived through the boys spread legs. I ran down the hall with tears pouring down my face. I definitely looked pathetic and felt pathetic too.

I made it to my locker, gasping for air. Between crying and running I lost a lot of oxygen. I leaned against my locker and slid down it. My hands traveled to my hair, running them over the sore scalp beneath it. My lungs burned with loss of breath as my heart and brain burned with a firey rage. I wondered where Jack was at this moment in time when I needed him most.

"She bullied me for quite some time because me and Jack had started a fake relationship to get her to want him back as a boyfriend," I looked into Ellie's eyes from the stage. They had tears welling up in them. "But I eventually helped her turn into a good side of herself again."