Can You Fix My Broken Heart?

Prologue

 “I’m breaking up with you.”

Those five words were enough to pierce my heart like a dagger.

“Why? I though you loved me,” I said, my voice wavering slightly.

“Where did you get that idea? I never loved you, ii never even liked you,” he said laughing.

“What?” I breathed, shocked.

“I only dated you to get to Jamie.”

“Why?” My face and voice was void of all emotion.

“Isn’t it obvious? She’s hotter than you. Plus, she is way better, if you know what I mean,” he said with a smirk. He grabbed Jamie from behind him and kissed her full on the mouth. She instantly responded, kissing him back.

I felt something snap, and next thing I knew, my hand was in the hair, and he was holding his cheek. My hand stung, and Jamie ran, trying to escape me.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!? FOR FIVE MONTHS, FOR FIVE F***ING MONTHS, YOU WERE JUST USING ME, TO GET TO MY BEST FRIEND?! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! YOU ARE A HEARTLESS B****!!!!” I screamed at him, my voice felt scratchy and dry. I was panting, and all he did was stare at me with wide eyes. I kicked him where the sun does not shine and stalked off. I ran out the school doors and drove home, not shedding a tear. When I got home, I breezed past my brother and ran up to my half empty room. Today was going to be my last day here anyway. I slammed the door shut and leaned against the door.

“Rosie. Are you okay?!” I heard my brother’s concerned voice ask. I just ignored him until he left. As soon as I know that he was gone, I broke down.

~~~~~~0_0~~~~~~

I can feel the sunlight resonating through my window. I open my eyes, which were sticky with sleep and tears that fell from my eyes last night. I want to forget all about what happened yesterday. My dad told my brother and I, that we are moving to California today, so I decided on a fresh start, but that doesn't mean I will ever forget about what happened to me.

I can't believe he had the nerve to do that to me. I just lost my mother and now I have had my first broken heart. I thought he loved me, I guess it was too good to be true. If being in a relationship means a broken heart, then it isn't worth it. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I had packed everything but the clothes I'm changing into. I strip off my clothing and got into the shower. After my shower, I went downstairs with my suitcase. My room was empty and I realize that the movers already put the furniture in their truck. I’m gonna be moving from Chicago to a small town in LA. At least this move will help me with my fresh start. No one will ever hurt me again.