Melodies

Broken heart

 For the next month, I worked hard to make Ian happy. I excercised and ate less and less every week. I wore makeup to cover any acne and did my hair perfectly everyday. I bought new trendy clothes. I did anything to make Ian happy. But every so often he would ask more of me and I would do what was asked. 

 My mom started to to get worried about my relationship with Ian. I told her everything was great and there was no need to worry. All this time I believed that I had to be perfect and that I was never good enough to be Ian's girlfirend. Slowly it became that I always saw myself as fat and ugly. So I forced myself to eat less and even started to throw up my food. I did this all for Ian because I thought somehow he would love me more if I did this. 

March was rolling around and I was still trying to prove myself to Ian. We had started to grow apart which made me try to prove myself even more. Then halfway through March Ian asked me to come over to his house after school. I thought it was going to be our typical date, boy was I wrong. 

 "Hey Melody. Come in," Ian said. He seemed distant and serious. I walked in cautiously, not sure what to expect next. 

  "Melody, we need to talk for a bit," Ian said. 

 "Ok, what's up?" I said casually. 

 "We need to break up." 

 "What?" I asked. 

 "We need to break up."

 "But why?" I almost cried. 

 "You aren't as pretty as you used to be. You've lost your spark in your eye. And I like someone else," Ian replied, not looking at me. I was stunned. I was STILL NOT good enough. 

 "Who do you like now?" I cried. 

 "I like.... Annalise." 

 I looked at him in shock. He liked my ex-BFF!? I didn't want to say anything else to him. 

 "I'm sorry Melody. It was fun while it lasted," Ian tried to apologize. I turned away and ran outside. Tears streaming down my face, I phoned my mom to pick me up. As soon as she arrived, I got into the vehicle and continued to cry. 

 "Honey, what happened?" My mom asked. 

 "Ian broke up with me," I cried. 

 "I'm so sorry Melody. That must really hurt," my mom tried to comfort. I cried the whole ride home and for the rest of the evening I stayed in my room, alone, staring out the winow at the rain gently falling.