Heal Your Heartache (Greenflame)

Broken But Not Unfixable

Important Authors Note: Hey guys, couple things. This story here is rated mature due to some crude language and mature themes, such as mentions of alcohol, selfharm and abuse. I am still going to be working on, "Keep You Safe" as well as this story. The first chapter is alittle slow, but will contain more drama as we move forward. Please let me know what you guys think in the comments below...you're opinion is crucial. As always, if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask. I love questions. Thank you guys again for everything. You all brighten my day.
Character ages:
Kai: 21
Cole:22
Zane:21
Jay:21
Lloyd:19

"Tick...tick...tick...tick." One minute goes by. "Tick...tick...tick...tick," there goes two. Seems like the more you focus on the time, the slower it gets. This past five minutes has felt like hours. I was in desperate need of a coffee, it was just one of those days. Unfortunately college consists of alot of those days. I craved to be anywhere but this class. Despite no one talking, the room was still loud, on the account of the constant ticking of the minute hand and the wheezed breathing from the guy behind me. A part of me was glad it was over, at least for a couple months, I needed a break. Honestly, if this day could go any slower. My patience rearing towards empty. I can feel myself drifting off to sleep as I sit in a slouched position, resting my head against the desk. Psychology is one of my more enjoyed classes, but it still has its dull moments, its college after all. I'm not as studious as some of the other people in here, but I pay attention, knowing that Wu fails students who mess around in his class. With it being the last day before summer break, it doesnt really matter now. Ive earned my grade of a "B" and I'm happy with the results, though I can think for a few individuals that would rip their hair out if they got anything that wasnt an "A". I'm referring to the guy at my left. I let out an exasperated sigh. Only 15 more minutes kai, all I have to do is make it through this final class period and ill be stress free for the next three or four months, depending on when I sign up for next semester. Its the same line ive been repeating in my head for the past 2 hours. Mr.Wu our teacher, had carried on class like it was anyother day. Dont get me wrong I like psychology, after all I did pick it, but it can be draining. I look to my left and my eyes land upon someone who is way too intrigued in the lesson for it being the last day of school. My friend Zane's always been an overachiever and good for him. He didnt appear to care that class was so damn monotonous, probably didnt notice. I chose to take this class because it was relatively close to what I had originally planned to do for the rest of my life...until I dropped out, not even midway through. There are days where I'm just angry at my own decision to not carry through with the training I was so excited to do. And sometimes I tend to project that anger onto the people around me, when I'm really just mad at myself. Thats when Zane tells me that I'm projecting vulnerability. Unlike me, he's payed attention to literally every topic in this class. Thats how he brings home the bacon, and by bacon I mean grades no lower then an A++.

  Zane is studying to become a therapist, or some psychological doctor like his father, makes sense knowing him. Frankly he's Damn good at reading emotions and a Hell of alot more dedicated then most guys our age. He's only ever been to a frat party because me, Cole and Jay made him come with us one faithful night about a year ago. Lets just say..its a night we'll never forget.....well, me, Cole and Jay won't at least. Zane had already forgotten by the time he woke up the next morning with a killer headache. It may sound immature, but it was hilariously funny to see his confused expression when students from all over campus came up and gave him high fives, labeling him as the "terminator". Our laughing only frustrated him more. After a week of none stop attention from every party goer on the campus, we finally told him some of the events that had taken place. To be fair, we did try and stop him from jumping up on the pool table, waving his shirt around, practically screaming "wild teen" and a slurred Britney Spears song. The irony is that we hardly ever drink alcohol, its more or less just a social thing. I must admit though, Zanes a beast. After that we quit going to the parties, it just wasnt our style. Instead we spent alot of time at our favorite noddle shop...which also happened to be my girlfriends at the time, little did I know that wouldn't be for much longer, for reasons I didn't expect. I guess it was for the better in the end.