The Past I Recovered From

Shattered

I stood outside the classroom in silence, with my jaw slowly stretching down to its full extension. Drops of sweat began trickling down my face which had a horrified expression painted on it. There's just no way. My heart pounded and pounded like there was no tomorrow, with each pound getting more noticeably louder and louder. It felt like it could jump out my chest at any moment now.

I leaned again towards the mahogany brown door to see if what I had witnessed with my now, tear drenched eyes, was real. It couldn't have been, sh-sh-she said she loves me! However, as I took another glance of what was happening inside the classroom, I was sure. What I had just registered into my brain completely contradicted the thought I had about a few seconds ago...

She was cheating on me.

My girlfriend of 2 years.

Frozen in awe, I watched as my former lover, continued to kiss the guy passionately. Was I just a toy to her? I wanted to do something about it. Trust me, I did. I wanted to rush in, grab the guy by the collar and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" However, that did not come to fruition. No matter how badly I wanted to do it, my body did not want to move at all. Tsk. Paralysed, my emotions went on a rampage, my thick eyebrows dug deep into my face, my gums began to hurt due to the friction of my teeth and my heart, oh my poor heart. I just wanted to drop dead right at that moment. It's so frustrating. Why didn't I move? Did I want to avoid the awkwardness? Was I scared of a possible fight with the guy?Was I scared of being humiliated? All these thoughts loomed over my head and was looping again and again and again. It put me in a trance.

"Hey Raen, what are you doing there? Let's go inside." The rough voice of my music teacher, Clarke, brought me back to my senses and cleared the rage out of my burning head.

At first I just stood there and stared at Mr. Clarke as if he was something that I had never seen before, an extraterrestrial being. Then, my emotions all came rushing back, attacking me one after another, placing me in a dizzy state. I lifted my frail hands up to wipe the salty sweat off of my forehead and fixed my eyes towards Mr.Clarke's direction once again.

"Is something wrong?" Mr.Clarke questioned, with his eyebrows pointing up, forming lines of wrinkles on his shiny forehead.

"Everythi-"Before I could even voice my reply, I heard the sound of something falling off the table. No, not something, but rather, someone. I did not need to look inside again to know exactly what had just occurred. She heard Mr.Clarke speaking to me. Ah, she now knows that she has been caught red handed.

After the crash, footsteps followed, and I knew right then that I had to get out. I just did not want to see her or else I might end up hurting her with a slap to the face. Oh, you think a slap is cruel and too much? Well, how about YOU put yourselves in my shoes and experience the pain and sensation of watching the person you LOVED for 2 years kiss a guy you don't even know! Hm?! That's 2 years of effort wasted.

"I'm sorry Mr.Clarke I'll be heading home now." At first I struggled to make my voice come out, but as soon as it did, I replied with a harsh and rough tone. His eyebrows went from up to down, suggesting to me that he didn't like my tone. I wouldn't fault him. After all, all he did was check up on his student.

With me finally voicing my short and rather rude reply, my legs started to move one right after another. It began with a power walk at first, but the sound of the sturdy door creaking open made me jump start to a sprint like a sports car going from comfort to the sport mode.

"Raen, it's not what you think it looks like!!" The voice of a witch reverberated throughout the elongated hallway reaching my ears.

Did she take me for a fool? Regardless, I did not reply and ran like a mad man towards the exit. Luckily, I did not hear the sound of someone chasing after me. Is that bad or good? If she really loved me, then shouldn't she be chasing after me? Well, no matter. I just wanted to get home and sleep it off.

During my trek to the house, I found my self reminiscing of the time I spent with Nala and the amount of fun we both were having. Did she grow tired of me? Each memory that I thought of that included her made my heart crack little by little, as if my heart wasn't damaged enough from what had just occurred 25 minutes ago.

Upon my arrival to the house, I stayed quiet and zipped my mouth shut. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone and I'm sure you know why. I dragged my body to my room, got changed, brushed my teeth, and tucked my worn out body in. I made sure to keep my mind clear and to not think of anything so that I could just fall into a bliss deep slumber.

I wish it were that easy, but sadly it wasn't.

With the star patterned blanket over my small framed body, and tucked in, in a comfortable position, I was ready to sleep, but as soon as I closed my dejected sunken eyes, I heard a small little bell sound coming from the shallow pocket of my trousers. Must be my phone.

I layed there in bed and contemplated if I wanted to march over and pick up the phone or not. A minute passed and I let out a heavy sigh as I proceeded to rise up to collect the device.

I turned the screen on, which put me in the lock screen where I had to input my finger print to gain access to my phone. Having done this so many times by now, I instinctively moved my slender index finger towards the fingerprint sensor located at the upper section of my phone just barely above the middle.

Before I could scan my fingerprint however, I stopped and took notice of the background on my phone. It was an image of Nala and I about a year ago holding hands with smiles going from one cheek to the other. On the contrary, as I glued my eyes to the screen, the ends of my lips begun to decline and I could feel the tears already bursting through my tear glands. Damn.

At this point, I was at the edge, I couldn't take it anymore. Thoughts of cutting my wrists started circulating in my head as I scanned my finger and looked at who was responsible for all the notifications.

Of course, it was Nala.