I stood there in shock. The same three words running through my mind.
How. Could. He.
I get that our relationship was falling apart, but to go and cheat on me with my best friend, that was low, even for him.
It was so unexpected, it was ironic.
And for some odd reason I wasn't mad, I wasn't angry, I just felt numb.
Nothing, I felt nothing.
As if my life was finally done, I guess it was. My brother killed himself last year, my parents split up after that causing my mom to become a drug addict. I never heard from my father since. I had no one. The only person I could have turned to was my best friend, Georgia. And even she fucked me over.
This is not going to turn out good.
Georgia smirked at me, I was finally seeing the real Georgia. The bitch. 'Victoria, tell me. What does it feel like to get fucked over by everyone?' She laughed that horrible laugh, the laugh that sent chills down my spine, and caused a lot of people in the cafeteria to laugh. It wasn't even funny.
I didn't answer, I just stared. She looked into my eyes and her smile faltered. I guess she was seeing the emptiness in them just now, it had been there for weeks. She was too stupid and dumb to notice.
I stared hard and long into her eyes, emotionless. 'Vicky?' Her voice trembled, her lip quivering, she stared into my eyes, searching for something, anything. I was not giving her that satisfaction. I stared back unforgiving.
I did something a lot of people didn't expect. I turned around and walked away. But it wasn't over.
The bell rang, but I kept moving, my mind set on one thing. Get to the roof.
The other day, Georgia asked what I wanted in life, at first I answered, happiness. But I was mistaken, so mistaken.
I made it to the roof, standing at the door. The roof was nothing special.
I walked over to the edge and sat down, and waited for someone to spot me.
It only took a few minuets, the first scream ring out. My legs dangling on the edge had caught someone's attention.
By the next few minuets the whole student body was outside, every single one of them, I saw Georgia at the front, teary eyed, not for sure, I was 4 stories up.
'Vicky, please come down, please don't do this. I'm sorry, I never knew you were that sad, please don't do this, please'.
Her begging was useless.
'The other day you asked me what I wanted the most in life, I answered happiness.' My voice was smooth, not horse or cracked like I expected it to be. I stood up on the edge. 'I was wrong.......
Georgia, I want to fly'
Her petrified scream was the last thing I heard before I jumped, jumped into oblivion.
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This story is really important to me, because when I was in primary school I got bullied really badly. I really just wanted it to end. That was how I imagined it to as we'll, not the boyfriend but, the other bit.
And my friend did screw me over as we'll. She was a bitch anyway.
Adiós amigas/amigos
