Within a dream

Chapter one: Heart Broken

"You look stressed out" said John as he handed me a cup of hot chocolate. "Yeah I am, and thanks" I took a sip of my drink and continued to think of ideas for a story. "This use to be fun and easy! But now it feels like working" I got up and walked towards the window and looked at the winter wonderland that covered everything.

"At least it's not an actual job, but you gotta remember that things like this take time" he said, "this is due to Mr. Thomas in five days John! And it's worth 40% of my grade!" I yelled, I opened the door to the balcony and I just stood there letting the air freeze my cheeks. John came and stood next to me, "look I'm sorry.... It's just... I really need to pass his class" I could feel tears rolling down from all the wind that's blowing into my eyes. "It's okay, you just need to relax. Come on it's too cold out here, let's get inside before we both get sick" he walked me inside and locked the doors to the balcony.

I sat on the floor next to my window, "try writing a story about your dreams" he said. "You must be crazy" I told him, "why not? You always had the most interesting dreams" he shot me a smile. Buzzzzzz! John grabbed his phone and his smile faded away, "I got to go. My girlfriend needs me" he put on his jacket and headed for the stairs. "John!" He turned around, "yeah?" He asked. "Thanks for the hot chocolate and the idea" I said, " no problem. That's what best friends are for, right?" I nodded, once he left there was complete silence and all I could hear was the howling wind.

Something isn't right, and it doesn't have to do with not being able to write a story. It has to do with John...I've known John for 8 years! But ever since I went out with Brandon and he went out with Ashely, things have been different between me and him. Not in a complete bad way but in a way that makes you feel like something else was going on at the time.... Ugh, it's hard to explain but in a way it makes me feel.... Heart broken. I got up and walked over to my bed, laying down looking at the mint green colored room.

Remembering when I was 12 how badly I wanted my room to be in the Attic. After awhile I've turned my bedroom into my own little studio, with my guitar, my art supplies, my fabrics, and my own written stories at my desk. But now to come and think about it ever since I became heart broken my motivation was gone and so was my creativity.