"TANNER!" I scream as Ouna bursts through the door throwing me away from it, As tears flow down my face I push myself onto Ouna's black sweat pants.
"Wo wo, what's wrong?" Ouna asks lightly.
I couldn't manage to say anything as I cry even harder than before. I try desperately to stop the tears but I can't. Ouna can't see me like this I'm supposed to be the strong one. I'm not supposed to be on my knees crying in her. I'm not supposed to feel the pain of a thousand bricks from memories buried deep inside where I was to never see or feel them again. No I will not let this happen again. Not this time. I push Ouna away and walk out of my room to clean up all the dark makeup that has to me running down my cheeks. When I look in the mirror I look like I just got off a horror set. I notice a long gash underneath myself right eye from the fight against the dace. As I thought, there was eyeliner streaks down my cheeks and in my wound, which was not a good thing. I slowly wash out the make up from the wound and dry my face. I take a deep breath and tried not to think of his face as he fell. I feel searing pain course through my chest and throughout my body. I will not cry... I will not let this shut me down again...
I pull out a cream soda from the fridge and gasp as Max jumps onto counter. " Jesus Max, you scared the shit out of me."
Ouna walks into the kitchen with a dull look on her face. "Are you okay?"
" Don't ask me that." My voice low and strained. She sighs and looks at Max on the counter slightly giggling. "I'm going for a dip. I'll be back in a few hours." I give a slight nod and walk out the door. I flick out my wings and shoot up into the air. I glide through the air and set easily on the sweet grass.
The tall greenery comes up to my hip and I collapse into it. Small sobs leave my lips as I think of all the things that I could have done better. it was my fault... All my fault. He's gone and I could have done so many things to prevent it from happening. Images run through my head at a constant rate and I try so hard to keep in my sobs. Lies... If he wouldn't have lied to me than it never would have happened. Rage courses through my body. My blood boils and all I can do is old it in. Why? Why cant I let it go? A blood curdling scream rakes out of my chest and my fist connects to the ground in a loud crack, splitting the ground that my fist came in contact with.
Heavy cries come out as I cradle my most likely broken hand.
"Ace?" Ouna whispers.
I look up and see the face of my best friend. the friend that has now seen me broken, alone, and tormented to no end.
"What?"
She doesn't reply, only picking me up as if I weigh next to nothing and I curl up into her receiving the warmth I need.
I wonder... How does this happen, all of this crazy shit. My life could have been okay. Now define Okay...
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