"Whatever, I never cared about you anyways! It was all fake. Everything was fake." He shouted at me. Rain poured down his face and the only things illuminating the dark road were the street lights. I felt a pang of hurt break in my heart and I struggled to hold back tears. "So I never meant anything to you?! I was just some little experiment? You must love playing with a girl's feelings and then ripping out her heart and stomping on it, huh?" Silence fell over us. "You are such an asshole!" I screeched, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that racked through my body. I started to hit him in the chest as hard as I could and began to cry even harder. He grabbed both of my arms to stop me from hitting him, and I just stood there and broke down. Crying over this love that seemingly hadn't even existed. But I knew it did, it had to. ________________________________________

Caroline Jesible is a 19-year-old girl who longs to attend Austin University, but when she finally gets in, will something go wrong?

Copyright © 2015 Kirstyn Johnson Poems and short stories from my heart, soul, and imagination. Most are not very happy.