Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?


2. Broken

"The pain. The only thing to remind me, that it was real." said Bella from Twilight. I have some things to add to that.

"The pain. The only thing, to remind me it was real, and not some melodramatic nightmare. Not some sick joke on a reality TV-show. Though the pain does not keep us alive. The pain keeps us dead, until someone comes along and takes it away. Not entirely, but for a while. In that time, you can allow your mind and body to enjoy living life. Enjoy, being you. And most importantly, enjoy each other. Because nothing fights pain like love. And the best love, is the one you find within yourself, that you had no idea you were capable of feeling. No idea, you were capable of giving. No idea you could recieve."

The scribbled writing on the blank place, sort of filled the empty space in my chest. I thought of the meaning of what I'd just written, and the crossed it out, as a tear fell down on the black ink, and smudged out the writing. I looked up, and out the window, out on to the rainy street, and the soaked people, slightly running to reach the dry areas. I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, and smiled to myself. How pathetic could you be? Crying was one thing, but alone? I looked down, and read the last sentence. 

"No idea you could recieve."  

Bullshit. My heart felt like it was going to pop out of my chest, as I violently ripped out the paper, crumbled it up, and threw it to the ground. What was happening to me? I stood up, throwing my chair on the ground in the process.

"WHY?!" I screamed out, as i started crying, My whole body was shaking, as I stumbled across the big floor in the dark apartment, over to the messy kitchen. As I walked past the counters, I angrily knocked down the fryingpans and the forks and knifes. My eyes were blurry from the tears, and the pain in my chest slowly spread its way to my entire body, as I threw myself to the ground, and put the back of my head against a counter.I fumbled in the dark next to me, to find what I was looking for. my fingers ran through the cold empty space, and suddenly I got it. The thing I'd been wanting all day - alcohol. I opened the lid, and put my mouth to the bottle. I put my head back, and let the cold strong liquid fill my mouth, and tingle all the way down my throat, until it stopped. I was starting to feel dizzy, but that didn't matter. I stood up, and retracted the last drop from the empty bottle. CRASH!

The bottle had hit the wall, and broken into a thousand pieces. Like my heart.

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