The Broken Hearted Girl

Chapter 5- The Dinner And The Talk

I don't know how long I was like that, nor what all I was thinking during that time, what I did know was that my mind was now blank, had nothing but.......well........nothing.

All I heard around me was static, like when those old tv's stopped working and end to the white and black screen.

My family never did come up and check on me, nor did they even call for me. They just did what they always did when They came home and then went to bed.

Now it was morning and I felt like my eyes where in a desert and my hair was a mess, but I didn't take a shower, I just thought once that warm water hit me I won't never get out, so I took a brush thought my hair as well as brush my teeth and quickly put on Jeans and a dark blue shirt, than I gathered my things and went out the door, not even grabbing anything for breakfast, I just can't seem to want to eat anymore.

I parked the car and went inside, I was about to go inside my English class when I heard that there was going to be a new student, great, just what this school needs too forget about me. I went inside and did what I did yesterday, draw and draw, not really listen and really learning anything.

This went on for the rest of my classes, even with the new student in my math class. I was now going to the library instead of the lunchroom, not wanting to have the something happened like yesterday, and sat in the farthest corner and continued to draw, what was I drawing, you ask? Well, I was drawing the last thing I saw in the accident, when my brothers were screaming and glass was flying. I wanted to remember that, to remember that terror on their faces that I caused, the some say I did on purpose, but why would I do to someone I loved?

The bell rang not that much later so I closed my sketch book and slowly made my way to 3 period long art class, once I came in i noticed straight away how the only seat left was in the back of the class, in the corner, so I made my way other to it and sat my bag on the ground and opened my sketch book again, adding details to the picture.

"Meg, why didn't you come yesterday? I was so worried about you, I really want to talk to you about what happened, you need to talk to someone, I'm here for you sweety, I'm not going anywhere. "Mrs. English said to me as I continued drawing, actingike I didn't care. I will not be getting hurt anymore, not now, not ever. now, can we please start on what we have to do so I can chatch up, I have a lit to do.

"I said as my voice cracked and my eyes burn with the need to cry when there was no more tears to cry.

"But sweety, I think you need to understand that it's not your fault "but it is my fault! I was the one who ran the stop light! I was the one who decided to try and drive when I was at such a unstable state of mind! I was the one who killed my own brothers! Now my parents won't talk to me, everyone thinks I did It on purpose, and most of all, I am broken! Someone who can never be fixed!" I yelled as I stood up from my desk and took off the bandages around my arms.

"I will always remember it was my fault, not just by the images of the accident, but the scars! "I pointed at the ugly stitches, that were going to be taken out today, and traced each jagged line. " these will remind me just how big of a mistake I made, how i will played for it with their lives. Don't you dare say it isn't my fault when we all in know that it is, even me, the one who was behind that wheel.

"I ended my rant in a whisper and sank to my desk with the bandages wrapped in one of my hands while the other traced my soon to be sears I didn't even look up at anyone, not even to Mrs. English who place a small piece of paper on my desk that had a list of things I needed done. So i wrapped my arms once more before working on the first thing in the list. Turned out to be a self portrait.

So I grabbed the mirror from the closet and set it next to me and began painting me as I painted the picture, sears and all. When the bell rang I felt bad at how I yelled at Mrs.English, so I went up to her desk to apologize. i looked up into her hazel eyes. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, I just been having a hard time, with people saying how I murdered them and you know what's the worst part of it? They didn't even ask what happened to me before I got into the car, the reason I was so unstable.