Phoebe's journal. #Project Nigeria

Heart break..💔💔

HEART BREAK..

What was it she was feeling?
She didn't understand.
Was it pain?
Was it grief?
Or was it just sadness?
She couldn't get it.
What was it she was feeling?
Cos she knew that it was the cause of the soul wrenching pain in her chest.
Was it fear?
Or was it anxiety?
Or was it the shock?
She could say it was the pain because the tightness in her chest didn't seem to lessen
Or she could say it was just sadness because she could bet that she wasn't in the happiest of moods either.
She could also say it was the shock from what she just found out but she knew that wasn't the reason.
She knew those weren't the only reasons why her lips were trembling now.
She knew those weren't the only reasons when she felt the tears slide down her cheeks slowly.
She knew those weren't the only reasons when she heard her wimping grow louder.
What it was she was feeling......she couldn't get it.
Not until she heard the deep crack from her heart though. And then it clicked.
It clicked that it was the pain,
It was the grief,it was the sadness.
It was the anxiety and it also was the shock...
But most of all,she knew that it was the heartbreak.
She knew that there was a deep crack embedded in her heart now.
For indeed her heart was broken. Broken beyond a million shattered pieces of glass.
And she wasn't sure of how to gather together its pieces.
So she slid on the kitchen floor with her cell phone dropping from her hands in the process and wailed.
She screamed, she cried out loud.
She tore at her hair,at her own skin,at her own mind.
But the pain was just growing stronger.....moving higher.
Until she noticed that she was struggling.....
She was struggling for breath.....hitting her chest,trying to refill the air.
Bit it was all to no avail. So she stopped. She gave up hope.
That was when she heard the heavy footsteps and the soft calling of her name....
"Odette! Odette!! Can u hear me?"
She felt strong bare arms wrap around her in a feisty hug before those arms started lifting her up......
Her eyes were shutting close now. All she could see was the pair of caterpillar boots on the floor. All she could see was the faded blue jeans worn by the owner of the boots.
She closed her eyes.
Then she let go.....
Then she felt her self fall into.....what was she to call it?
A sleep?
Or a slumber?
She let her last string of breath leave her but not before she figured out that not only was her heart broken but her soul as well.

                                                  Phoebe.
                                               😘😘😘😘