Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Seven

After taking a shower, I put on sweatpants, a baggy plain black shirt. And layed down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. And I feel the tears building up in my eyes. I wiped them away before they could fall.

I will not cry, I will Not cry. I chanted in my head. I don't want to feel weak anymore. I don't want to crack. And fall into depression. But how am I not going to do that..... If I'm already broken. Completely and utterly broken. I have no one to help me. People at school for some reason hate me. Different people bully me everyday. The bruises I have never go away 'cause people constantly kick me or slap me. With my uncle adding on to that. The bruises start to bleed. I'm not even kidding they bleed, hard. Sometimes they're hard to stop.

My parents are dead. I have no brother or sister to help out. No friends. And no family members that are coming to help me. Cause they don't want to help. No one does, cause no one cares about me. I sigh, and close my eyes. And I let a tear fall, and another. And then they don't stop, and I don't do anything. I just let the tears fall, and the sobs escape and echo the room.

When I'm done, I get up. And I get ready. I put some blush, lipstick, and eyeliner. I straighten my hair, then I put on a black jacket that hugs my curves. And then I change into black sweats, so I'm now all black.

I leave the house, and start walking. I take my phone and put in my earbuds. And put my hood over my head. And I walk to the store. I don't know why, I just want to get out of the house. I walk in, and go to the snacks. Grabbing a mini bowl of chocolate chip cookies. Then I go to the drinks and grab a sprite. I look at the beers, and my mouth waters. I wish I could buy it, but I'm under age, obviously.

"You want it?"someone asks, I can barely hear it 'cause of the music. But I hear it.

I turn around, taking out my earbuds, and its the guy from last night. I relax. "Oh hey."I say. And now that I'm really looking at him. He looks really good. His hair is all over the place in that sexy way of his. And he still has stubble. He's wearing black jeans with black converses. And a white long sleeve shirt. And his same crystal blue eyes.

"Hey. You want some beer?"he asks.

And I look at him, then the beer. And back. "Well Yea, but I'm under age."I say.

He smirks at me, and walks toward me. He opens the refrigerator with beer. And takes two six packs. "That shouldn't stop you." he replies. And walks away. I follow.

"So, you're 21?"I ask, and I look up at him.

He chuckles. "No, I'm not. I'm eighteen. But I have a fake I.D. So I buy beer all the time."he tells me.

"Oh."I say, and look back down. "So do you go to my school?"I ask.

"Yea, I do. I see you all the time."he pauses, and I feel his gaze on me. "You're always alone. Why is that?"he asks.

I shrug. "Don't know. I don't have any friends. And no one likes me."I say honestly.

"Well, I like you."he says simply.

And I snort. "Yea, right."I say.

And he stops me, and turns me to face him. "I do. Why do you doubt yourself?"he asks.

I try not to look at him. And shrug again, "Why do you care?"I ask.

He sets down the packs, stepping closer to me and cups my face. But I don't look at him. "Look at me."he commands. I do. "You want to know why? Cause you remind me... of me. You're alone, have no one by your side. No one cares about you. At least that's what you think."he let's me go. And grabs the six pack again. And walks away again. And I once again follow. "And I want to help you live life. I want you to grow, and see life differently. To show you to let go and just have fun."he says.

"And you're just going to willingly do that?"I ask.

"Yep."he says, popping the 'p'. And he sets the six packs on the counter.

I set my things on the counter as well. And I look up at him. "Why?"I ask.

"I already told you. You remind me of me. And I want to help."he says.

"Oh.... So, what are we going to do?"I ask.

"I'm going to show you, my dear. What fun looks like. Starting today, I'm going to take you somewhere."he tells me.

"Where?"I ask.

"And that, my dear, is what I can't tell you."he replies.

I groan in annoyance. We don't say anything for the rest of the time we pay for the things. But once we were outside. We start walking the opposite way of my house. But I still follow.

"So.... What's your name?"I finally ask.

"Anthony. I'm name's Anthony."he replies.

"Oh well..... my name's-"but he cuts me off.

"Zoe. I know."he says.

"Oh." I say. Then  we continue in silence.