Puzzle Pieces

Falling Apart In The Pouring Rain

-TRIGGER WARNING- Self harm

(Y/n)'s POV

I loved them. I still do. But here I am curled up against a streetlight, crying. All because they just couldn't love me back, even when they said they did. Am I just that unlovable? Am I just that easy to toss away like a piece of trash?  

My phone rang and I answered it. That's when I got the call that ended our relationship. I was crushed. I was so shocked I couldn't even stand. I dropped down on my knees, tears running down my face. My clothes were drenched from me sitting in the rain but the rain was the least of my concerns right now. They were the only person I had ever loved, the only one I've ever opened up to and they left me for some random chick they hooked up at the bar with. 

Did I mean nothing to them? I took out my anxiety medicine and took a pill, trying to calm down. I watched as everyone passed me by, it seemed like they were everywhere. I'd catch a glimpse of them only to realize my mind was playing tricks on me. It finally started to sink in that they were gone. Gone forever. They never loved me and yet I had given them my heart, my everything. They had never cared, not for a single moment. When it hit me I held my head in my hands with a pounding headache and above all heartache and all I could do was yell in frustration and cry. I felt like I could drown in my own tears. It felt like going underwater, the sound of the busy city becoming nothing than a faint buzzing. I was falling apart in the pouring rain but for what? Crying wouldn't bring them back and that realization only made it worse. I yelled and cried only to earn a few odd looks from strangers passing by, but still nobody cared at all. 

I laid my hand down on the concrete beside me to feel a sharp pain run through my hand. I carefully pulled my hand up only to see a trickle of blood coming from a small cut with a shard of broken glass sticking out of it. I pulled the glass out and tossed it down beside me. I wiped the tears away from my eyes leaving dark, sticky blood smeared all over my face. I glanced over to the area beside me. I picked the glass up and looked down at my arm. "I shouldn't do this..." I mumbled to myself. I couldn't help myself I just felt the urge. Anything to take my mind off of my suffering. I slowly dragged the glass lightly across my arm, wincing in pain as it cut through my skin leaving blood droplets that dripped down, staining the pavement crimson. As I continued the cuts ran deeper and deeper and at this point there was a small pool of blood forming underneath my arm and I started getting dizzy, the bright city lights becoming a blur. As I was once again about to bring the glass to my skin, I felt a hand on my shoulder.