Three years ago
I stood and watched him walk away, tears streaming down my face.
I loved him.
He loved me, or so I thought.
He told me that it was for the better. He wanted me to be happy, I was happy, with him.
Now I sat watching tv. Crying my eyes out.
Oh, yeah, I'm Bella. I have long black straight hair. I have blue eyes, like him. When I look in the mirror all I see is an ugly bitch who's been broken for three fucking years.
I decide that I needed to sleep since tomorrow is my first day in senior year.
I just moved to Doncaster about a week ago after my parents abandoned me.
I woke up took a shower and put on a black tshirt Black jeans and line green converse. I put on a sweat shirt to hide my scars. Especially the one on my inner forearm that had the letter L that he caused when he left.
I got to school and as soon as I walked in all eyes were on me. Yay. Sarcasm
"Bella?" I heard a way to familiar voice ask.
I turned around and saw the boy who broke me.
"Louis?" I ran away from his firm grip . Though he had pulled off me jacket to reveal the L shaped scar.
I looked up to see him with tears in his crystal blue eyes. He only said one word: