Challenge Accepted (Editing)

Breaking

I really didn't want to wake up today. It's Saturday and on every Saturday the group always hangs out together. I didn't want to see Ryan. AT ALL.

I trusted him, I gave him my all. I thought he loved me but I guess not.

I picked up my phone and saw more missed calls, more messages and a few more voicemails. I swiped away the texts and the voicemails but I didn't swipe away the missed calls.

I saw my background, it was a picture of him and I at the fair while he kissed my cheek and I smiled at the camera, with cotton candy in my hand. I love that day so much. A part of me wanted to call him, tell him that I forgive him and that I love him.

But I can't. It wouldn't be good for me, even though I still love him, he doesn't love me.

I swipe the missed calls away.

I sighed and turned do not disturb off, put my phone back down, and looked up at the ceiling. I wanted to cry. My chest felt heavy and my throat tightened up. My breathing was uneasy and I already felt as if I I was drowning in my own tears. That's when they fell. I remember every happy moment we had together as I felt my heart break.

I turned on my side and curled up crying, letting my tears soak my pillow. Why did I have to fall so hard? I'm so stupid to think that he would love me. Out of everyone he could have chosen there was no reason for him to pick me. I'm nothing special. Of course he didn't want me, who would?

What did I do wrong? Why did he hurt me? Why did I let him? I should've done something! What did I do wrong?! Why am I not enough for him?! Why can't I be enough for him?!

Why am I not enough?

I just want to be loved as much as I love.

I am so angry at him! Why would he do this! I did everything right! I didn't want this to happen.

I lay there crying. I was so consumed in thought that I didn't hear my mom and dad calling my name. They came into my room in a hurry and paused.

Mom came rushing to me, she kneeled down by my bedside "Baby, what's wrong?! What happened?!" She said and looked concerned. Dad walked over and sat down besides me rubbing my back looking equally concerned.

"I-I s-," I couldn't even speak, I was crying so hard. I sat up and sobbed loudly, "Ryan. H-he was k-kissing so-meone else at the party!" I couldn't control my sobs anymore. They were loud and uneven, even my parents were taken back by my volume. I couldn't breathe as I cried in my hands, hunched over, Dad still rubbing my back.

"Oh, baby." My mom sat next to me and hugged me and I gratefully hugged her back. I really needed this.

I could feel the anger coming off of Dad and I pulled away from mom and hugged him tight. He gladly accepted it and hugged me with just as much love.

They both started to hug me as I cried more and more, but at the same time getting it all out. I soon grew tired and started to pass in and out of consciousness as I cried but failing to stay awake. I lay on my dads shoulder asleep and not worried about anything.

I lay there not feeling anything.

I lay there not having to be sad about Ryan.

I lay there wanting to never wake up.

I ,unfortunately, wake up to a someone calling me, it was in the late afternoon and I felt terrible. I picked up my phone with sore eyes and see that it's Ryan. I shoot up, no longer tired, and contemplate if I should answer or not. He could be actually worried or he just wants to talk about what happened with me? I had to think quick and eventually, I give in.