I'm Special, Bitch!

Betrayed

I snatched my sun glasses from my face and chucked it in my bag as I walked home quickly without turning back. People stared at me strangely because I was sniffing back tears while wiping the ones that had escaped as I walked quickly. I walked blindly for five minutes without looking where I was going, just trying to put as much distance between myself and The Gate. When I looked up I noticed that the weather was becoming greyer and clouds were rolling in. I walked through a park and just when I thought I may be able to get home before it rained, it started to shower.

At first it was a slow drizzle which wiped away the tears on my face, but within two minutes it was pouring. I gave up and looked up at the crying sky and shouted.

"Happy? I give up! Why don't you just strike me with lightning and save me from this pain, huh?"

Then I sat on the cold, wet ground and cried out all the tears that had built up for the last few months.

Why?

Why had I done it?

I could have just ignored the whole plan and carried on with the perfect relationship we had!

But I had to go and ruin it because I was too selfish!

"Oh!" I gasped and sobbed harder. It felt like my throat was ripping while contracting. My body got hot and cold shivers at the same time. I started to shake with my tears, sitting on the wet ground in a deserted park.

There was no one to share my misery with. I was all alone because I had put myself in that position.

Jayden smiled at me as he held out a hand to help me down his car. "Did I tell you how much I love your legs in jeans?"

I rolled my eyes and jumped off the car into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around his neck. "You love my legs in anything."

"I think I love it most when it's bare," he mumbled while he started to kiss my jaw.

I giggled and turned my head so that I captured his lips. "You just love everything about me, accept it."

He pulled away and his grey eyes darkened. "I do."

I smiled at him, all the while my heart was breaking. He had basically told me he loved me. It was all I ever wanted to hear, but it had come too late.

"You're too good for me," I murmured, hiding my head in his shoulder.

He shook his head. "I'm lucky to have you, Chy."

I closed my eyes tight as the memory came over me. That had been just two weeks ago, when everything had still been perfect. But now, I was wet, cold and miserable. All my making.

"Are you alright?"

I looked up and shook my head at the young man-around my age-with the umbrella. "Who are you?"

He smiled a little. "My name's Blake. What're you doing on the floor, crying?"

I glared at him. "I just broke up with the guy I love. It's my right to cry."

"Why'd you break up with him?" he asked, frowning.

"Because…I had to!" I said pointlessly. "I had to…" I started to cry again. It was seriously embarrassing.

The guy leaned down and helped me up. "Come on, now. Stop crying."

"I broke up with him for no reason!" I shouted, feeling angry at the innocent man.

He raised an eyebrow. "Well tell him you made a mistake."

"It wasn't a mistake," I mumbled. "You don't understand."