Heart Broken

Chapter 1.

I wake up and rush to put my clothes on. I need to get out of this place, I think to myself. As I rush to put my pants on, I hear James starting to wake up. "Going already," he says groggily. "Yeah, crazy night," I mumble, "alright, see you." With that, I leave James's room and rush to leave his house.

I'm about to close the door when I feel someone grab my arm, "Why are you in a rush?" he asks in a concerned tone, but I know better. This was just sex, nothing more and he knows that just as well as I do. "My mom is probably worried sick," I lie, making him let go of my arm. "Oh..." is all he says before turning around and closing the door. I get in my car and drive away. My mom was a single mother who worked as a nurse. She would often take long night shifts to put food on our table. I've tried helping, getting a job as a lifeguard but it's still hard.

On my way home, I get a text from my mom, "Can you pick me up?". I type back "Of course," and drive towards Sunny Hospital. I pull up in front of the main doors and observe my mother with tired eyes and a coffee in her hand, I look at her in pity and concern. "Are you okay?" I ask her softly. She nods her head motions me to start the car.

The ride home wasn't that long, only 7 minutes, but that's all it took my mother to fall asleep inside the car. I try shaking her slightly so she can wake up but that doesn't seem work. I feel bad for waking her up, and I would carry her to her bed if I was strong enough, but I was never blessed with such strength. I open her side of the door and put her arm around my neck, trying to help her stand up while supporting her at the same time. She seems half asleep when I walk her inside. I put her to sleep and lay on the couch. She probably won't wake up for a few hours, I think to myself while going to my room to grab my bag. I take a few dollars from my wallet and leave the house.

I walk a few minutes to the bus stop and wait. It takes a while for the bus to arrive, I get on, giving the driver my bus fee. I take out my hoodie from my bag and put it on, I then sit somewhere in the back and wait for my stop. After countless minutes of listening to music, I hear the bus voice call my station. I get up and go to the doors and wait for them to open. "Thanks," I say to the bus driver before getting off. I then start walking in an unusual direction. Well, not unusual for me but the people walking around me. I put my earphones back in and put on my hood.

It takes a while for me to reach my destination. When I do, I throw my bag on the ground and lie down beside it. This is my quiet place, where I can have some time to myself and think over my life choices. I close my eyes for a minute and just get lost in my thoughts, it feels good, until I hear the semi-annoying sound of the train. I've gotten used to it, but it still annoys me sometimes. My quiet place is under a bridge that has train tracks on top of it, with a small river under the bridge. It's quite nice and was difficult to find but I'm glad I did.

I open my bag and roll a joint, take out my lighter and smoke it. This place really does take my mind off of my problems, especially the ones I can't solve. After I get high enough, I open my bag again and take out a bunch of different color spray paints. I guess you can call me an artist, and this place my gallery because I was lucky enough to find this place empty of graffiti, making me the first one to mark it. Now, it's filled with my marks, which reflect on my thoughts and emotions.

I start drawing a new masterpiece, taking a few different color spray paint to make a grey crying eye, the same color as mine. During my work, I take a few more hits of my joint. After finishing up, I check the time, 8:34. 4 hours already...

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I make sure to get home before my mother wakes up, thankfully she has tomorrow off and can rest until the afternoon, she sure needs it. I tiptoe to my room, put my bag down and lay down on my bed looking up at the ceiling. Slowly, I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep.

To be honest, I was never the type of person who could sleep peacefully, so it wasn't much of a surprise when I wake up a few hours after I fall asleep. I pick up my phone from beside me and check the time, 4:14. It's still early. I try falling back asleep but when my attempts are unsuccessful, I start looking through social media.

When it's finally morning again I get up from my bed and walk to the kitchen for breakfast. I take out the eggs and start making an omelet, my mother always loves it when I make it for her every Sunday. It's kind of a tradition. I take out the milk from the fridge and pour two glasses. When I'm finished making breakfast, I go to wake up my mom. Walking towards her room, I take another look at the time to check if it's too early to wake her up. After seeing that it has only been about 30 minutes past 6:00, I decide to walk in. "Hey, mom. Breakfast is ready," I say. I see her open her eyes, "Omelet?" she asks.

"Yeah," I reply smiling.

"I'll be there in 10."

"Alright, just make sure to come before it gets cold."

With that, I leave her room and walk back to the kitchen. It didn't take her long to completely wake up and come to the kitchen for breakfast. "Morning," I say, putting the omelet in front of her. I hear a small "thanks" as I sit in front of her with my own plate.

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After breakfast was finished, we go out for a walk. It's our mother-daughter bonding time. "So, how's school been lately?" My mom asks. "It's been a little stressful lately, being my last year and all. I mean I'm trying to make it memorable and fun but at the same time, I want to get good grades. You know what I mean?" I reply. "Totally," my mom says, "Want to hear about my last year of high school?"

"Yeah mom, you never told me about it."

"My last year was definitely memorable."

"How did you make it memorable?"

"I didn't make it memorable, it just happened. I actually met my first love that year," she says adoringly.

"Okay mom, I don't want to know anymore."

"It's not that bad," my mother smiles, "but don't worry, I'll tell you later. When the time is right."

That's when we arrive home. "Alright sweetie, I have to go take a shower," she says. "Okay mom, I'm going out for a while," I reply. "Alright, I'll see you later."

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Obviously, I took my spare bag and went to my secret spot, but when I got there I saw an unpleasant surprise, a very very unpleasant surprise.