Broken

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I sat on my bed, the bright blue and purple comforter wrinkled slightly because of my movements. I looked at the pure white ceiling and walls, smiling to myself for no reason. I then grabbed my phone and opened one of my apps, not caring which one it was; and started scrolling through the posts. I smiled at a lot of them, but there was one that really made me laugh. It was a meme that me and someone I knew liked to look at I couldn't remember who they were, but I knew the meme was was pretty funny and they would laugh. I quickly screen shoted it and opened up my messaging inbox to message them, I looked at their profile picture and suddenly tears sprung to my eyes. I was crying? I looked up from my phone wiping the tears from my eyes and I saw the world around me shatter like broken glass.

The pure white walls turned into the cream walls with pointless posters plastered on them, my Comforter turned into my anxiety blanket that I only used during rough times. It took me a moment to realize everything. I locked myself in my mind, created a fantasy that would never come to pass. I looked at my phone, more importantly the name. The person I was fixing to message some dumb meme to, I remembered them now. It was him. My soulmate. I quickly threw my phone across my bed and curled up into a ball, pulling my anxiety blanket around my shoulders as if it would protect me from the emotions. I cried my eyes out, pouring my very soul into each and every sob. Why? Because I had let him go. Because I thought, no. I knew that he wasn't happy with me. I knew I had to let him go.

And as I sit there trying to cry every emotion out of my body, I fail to notice the clouds above me. The darkness that has been tormenting me for so long. It whispers in my ear, things I don't want to believe. Things I have no choice but to believe.

"He only dated you out of pity" -'I know..'- "He always had his eyes on someone better than you, Prettyer, Smarter, More... Stable." -'I-I.. I know-' "He never loved you." -'....I-i... I.. i know...'- It was right. I could feel my blanket being torn off my shoulders, and I tensed. Before the eerie welcoming feeling of darkness wrapped around me in a hug. "Shhh.." It whispered, holding me tightly. "At least now he'll be happy. He won't be confined to a mentaly unstable person. He can finally be with someone he will actually care about. Someone he'll be happy with." It spoke the words into my ears and the shadows slowly started to swallow me. The Shadows held me. the Shadows knew. The Shadows would tell me the truth. It turned my head in the direction of my dresser,I said nothing. But I knew why it pointed my face over there. "He's not your breaking point?" It questioned. "Trust me. You don't have very much stability left. I'll find it soon." The broken shatters of my figemented world flew back together, the broken pieces forming into my illusion. The Shadows left me, left me to rot in my imagination where I wouldn't have to think about the feeling of my heart being torn outside my chest at the thought of his name. They left me there, Broken.

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