The gap

Zurry POV

Why?! Why do all guys have to break MY heart. What is it with my heart that makes it so breakable. I gave him everything. I gave him money for rent, I gave him food to eat, I gave him gas for his car, I gave him confidence, I gave him a job, I gave him my body, 3 years of my life. And yet I'm here trying to pick up my broken pieces. The pieces he shattered when I found out he cheated on me with my cousin. MY COUSIN! The best part is that she's now pregnant with his baby. That was supposed to be me. We had stayed up many nights picking out names baby names and talking about our future. I was supposed to make him happy.

I'm so deep into my thoughts I didn't even realize the cross walk light has turned green and someone is shoving me from my backpack. I hate the city! Tunis wouldn't be this busy. I miss my home town. Although it's only an hour away, it's hard to get back home sometimes. When I finally walk through the doors of my private collage I feel my hands warming up. It's fall and there's always a chilling breeze that goes right through you. I've always been more of a summer person. I see my teacher smile over at me!

"You know you can always call me for a ride Zurry! You walk every morning and it's starting to get cold out there." She says

"I know Mel but I need the exercise anyway" I say while blowing warm air into my hands.

I walk to the back of the school to my locker and hang up my coat. I look in my little mirror I have hanging in my locker and notice the bags under the dark skin of my eyes. I'm African so I don't get dark bags but you can notice when they are swollen. I take a deep defeated sigh. Time to start the day.

I'm in school to be a hairstylist. So far I love it and my teacher says I have what it takes and that I'm the best student in the class. There are only four of us in a class so I don't have that much competition.
I'm working on my manikin trying to do finger waves but for some reason I can't get my fingers to move the way they're supposed to. As the time passes I feel myself giving, up I can't do this.

" You can do it Zurry. I can see that you're starting to give up" My teacher says.

"I'm just so tired Mel. I know it's Been eight months but I haven't been able to sleep since the break up. I'm having a hard time focusing." I say looking down at my hands.

" You deserve better honey. Things don't work out for a reason but right now you have to focus on your career and your future. You're only 18, you have so much to do still." She says while placing her comforting hand on my shoulder.

She's right. He can't keep having control over me. I finish the day at 5 and start walking back home. When I get home it's 5:25. I don't live too far from the school. I live in a small one bedroom apartment which I've made homey with some plants and lots of blankets.
I walk into my room and take off my clothes. One thing about being a hairstylist, you're always covered in hair. Finally I find some clean sweat pants and tank top. I look at my naked body in the mirror before changing. I wish I was skinnier. I'm not fat but I have a lot more curves than most girls. For only being 18, I'm shaped like a 25 year old woman. Which isn't bad but when you're short as well you look bigger than what you are. I shake my head and throw my clothes on before jumping into my bed. I take out my phone and call my mom like I do every day after school.

"Hi honey how was your day?" She says.

"It was good." I lie

"You're lying. I can hear it in your voice." She says.

"No mom I'm fine. I promise!" I say with a smile on my face. Hoping she believes me.

After talking for another 10 minutes, she finally says with a warm voice, "You'll find someone some day. Have a good night."

" I'm not worried. Good night mom." I say before hanging up the phone.

I pour myself a bowl of cereal and eat it in bed while scrolling on Instagram. Seeing everyone I went to high school with having fun annoys me. Fake fake fake. After 30 minutes I put my phone away and head for the shower. It takes me 15 minutes in the shower. I love just sitting right underneath the boiling water and letting it burn my skin. Once my skin gets numb I know it's time to get out. I quickly dry off and slip right back into my sweats and tank top. I slowly lay back down in bed; my skin still tingles from the hot water. I set my alarm for 7am and put it under my pillow. I take a deep breath and think tomorrow is another day.