The Story of Us

Broken Arrow

I spent the whole ride home stairing at the perfectly straight hair of the woman that was sitting in front of me. There wasn't a hair on her head that was out of place, unlike Harry's hair which was sticking out in every direction. Especially in the morning. It didn't actually look like hair, more like a main. The bus stopped in the bus stop next to the city harbour. It was the middle of the night and frankly, the city looked creepy. The few lights on the street couldn't compare to London. I'm really going to have to get used to this again. As I was heading down the stairs, I somehow, I don't know how fell on the ground like an apple. The pain I felt in my chin and chest was nothing compared to what I felt inside.

-I'm okay.-I said to the curious faces behind me rolling my eyes. I stopped in front of one newspaper stand. The truck that delivered the paper was slowly vanishing into the porly lighted street. One cover cought my eye, the headline was written in huge bold letters and it said:

SARRY WENT TO SPLIT(SVILLE)?

Underneath was a picture of me and Harry  holding hands the day El and Lou moved out and I moved in. I almost threw the paper on the floor.

-So it's already out there?-I quietly said to myself. I knew words spread quickly, but not like this. The magazine almost beat me home! In a matter of 10 minutes I was already in front of my house. I don't know was it fear of somebody seeing me or humilliation, but something inside of me just made me rush home as quickly as possible. I pressed the top right button of the intercom. Nothing. Once, twice, three times. Still nothing. I reached to my bag to get the spare keys out, but I didn't find anything. Then I remembered I forgot to put them in this bag. I looked up to the street in hope I'd find my mom's car. Nothing. I guess they went to the countryside leaving me homeless.

-Poo!- I whined leaning my back on the front door. I'm stuck here. The only thing left for me to do- since I left my creditcard back in London, so I couldn't go to a hotel- than walk around hoping they'll come back tomorrow. For some reason, I went up to my old school. It looked so... different. The Sun-bleached red paint on the walls was replaced by a coat of marine blue. The pale useless weeds in the back garden were dug out and intense green grass and a few palm trees grew out. How much did I really miss out in the past few months? Thanks to that I feel like an outsider in my own family. The words I screamed at Harry during our fight, it seems like  they lost all of their meaning. No, I don't feel like an outsider in my family. Furthermore, I feel like I'm an outsider in my entire city. I was afraid that if I stood outside the school for one more moment, all of my bad memories related to this place would become real. Suddenly, all of the names people called me flooded my mind; Looser, Fatass, Nerd... That was just the beginning. The really mean names hurt me to even think about. The day I packed my bags and headed to London was the happiest and the saddest day of my life at the same time. I was thrilled to finally escape the endless name calling, insults and hate towards me in this place. But I was so crushed that I'm going to leave my family, friends and my whole life here and go somewhere scary and unknown. I spent my first week coiled up in bed with a blanket over my head crying my eyes out. I missed everyone so much, but in the end, I realised- I came here in search of succsess and I won't be helping anyone if I just sit here. Somehow I found the courage to go out. Everything was different. The weather was terrible, the crowds were huge... It was like someone grabbed my entire life and flipped it. It took me a whole other month just to get used to everything being on the left. In time, it got better, and now? Now I'm used to that and need to get used to this again, because as it seems, I'm going to stay here for some time. 

-I really don't want to think about this anymore.- I thought to myself and shook my head in attempt to get all the bad thoughts out. I continued to go up, for some reason it made me more calm. I was just on the top of the street when I fell over a crack in the floor. Again. I was standing up, but then my gold heart-shaped locket spot my eye. I didn't even know I had it on me up till now. It was open, so I turned it around and found a picture of me and Harry in one side and a picture of Harry, Louis, Lux and Eleanor in the other. Now I really had it. In one sudden move, I took the neckleace breaking the chance and leaving it to fall on the pavement. I ran as fast as I could just so I didn't have to see his face again. As much as I hated it, his love was still somewhere deep inside of me. Just like a broken arrow. I took a break when I realised where I am. I saw Lucy on her window and realised I was in front of her house. The window was open, and even thoug it was 3 in the morning, I started yelling:

-Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!-

-Sara?- She asked confusingly, but I saw her moving away from the window, so I went to her front door. She oppened them in a matter of 30 seconds.

-Sara!-she continued.-What are you doing here?- I wanted to tell her everything, but no words were coming out of my mouth. I threw myself at her not caring would she hit the ground.