I feel a sharp pain in my chest.
This hurts. It hurts so much.
I can't hold my tears in, and as if on on cue, they start to pour out, I can't stop them from falling.
I can't look at them anymore. I just can't.
I start to run.
I don't know where I'm going, but all I know is that I have to get away from there, it hurts way too much to look at them.
I reach the bathroom stall, thank god no one else is in the bathroom.
I let my tears fall down my face freely, I can't hold them in any more.
I started to sob and sob and sob.
I want to go home. No. I NEED to go home. I can't stay here anymore. It's too much.
As I cry, I take out my phone from my bag. I scroll through my contacts, which only contains 4 numbers, which belonged to my brother, my dad, my mom, which I don't call anymore, and of course Caleb, which I got a hold of when he was unconscious, he should really put a password on his phone. Oh well. I press on my dad's number. After 5 rings he finally picks up.
"What's up?" he asks with a hint of worry in his voice.
"I feel sick" I add a cough after my words, just to make it seem a bit more believable.
"Uhhh...hmmmm...ok. Wait in student services, I'll pick you up."
"Ok." And with that he hung up.
I highly doubt that he believed that cough, maybe he heard that I was crying, I don't know. I'm just glad that I get to go home, I just seriously don't want to be here anymore.
I hate my life.
When I get home I drop my bag on my room floor and jump on my bed.
Images of the girl flash in my mind.
Who is she? And what is she doing with MY Caleb?
I stand up from my bed and kneel on the floor in front of my shrine.
Yes I have a shrine of Caleb. Who wouldn't?
I glance at the framed photos of Caleb that stand on the top shelf of the shrine. One of the photos is of him eating his lunch, which was a baked bean sandwich, I don't think he liked it though because after taking one bite he threw it in the bin, but don't worry, when no one was looking I took it out of the bin and ate it myself. It was like I was kissing him. It was so exhilarating. The other photo was of him taking out his retainer. I captured that moment perfectly, the saliva was still stringing off of the retainer. That was one of my favourite pictures of him.
As my eyes trail down the shrine, I notice a lock of his hair. I cut it off of him while I knocked him out with chloroform. I didn't hurt him tho, I could never.
It was so hard for me to keep my composure around him, I couldn't believe we were alone together. Just me and him. Granted, he was unconscious, but still.
That was the first time that I had ever been that close to him. It was like a dream. And I never wanted it to end. I was about to make my move but he started waking up.
I should've used more and stronger chloroform. Oh well. At least I know for next time.
I take a whiff of his lock of hair, the curls tickled my nose, causing me to giggle. As I smell it, I accidentally snort some of his dandruff, but I like that.
I can't help but let out a sob after doing so.
Why would he do this to me?
Doesn't he love me?
I need to do something about her.
