Broken

I fell hard, grasing myself every single time. Do I learn? Do I learn not to fall in love? No; this time it will be different. I will not fall for someone else that will break me!

Follow Dylan as she brakes after she falls for someone who fixed her but then breaks again as her heart is torn. Follow her journey as she tries to fix her own heart; without the help of her true love. The one who has been there since the beginning

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1. Too late

 

Lonelyness filled the room. Silence. Silence scares me because it screams the truth. 'How am I here again?' She thought as she recalled what happend days ago; but to her it felt like only hours ago. She shuttered felling betrayed by her last love. He tore her and left her to rot in a pit of darkness. Whispers of dark things entered her head making her brain throb. Salty tears poured down her pale and delicate skin. The last thread was cut, now she is alone. Sadness filled the spot where her heart once sat. She was consumed. She shook as she whimpered from the harsh whispers and loss concentration of them when a low cricket sound racked the room. Her phone vibrated against her leg. Its cracked screen made it harder to use; but not harder to see the image popping up. 'Justin' it read as the call continued.

 

A spark, a sudden flicker of fire lit in her empty chest. A spark of anger caused her to throw her phone to the wall with force which broke it even more. She looked at the phone and slowly wondered over to it. Still it read 'Justin'. Finally she saw what she had in common with her old smart phone. A broken screen, still it reads 'Justin'; her broken heart, still she loves 'Justin'. A muffled cry as she relised she stilled loved him. 'Why can't I let go?'. She whimpered as her fingers were sliced by the sharpness of the glass on the phone. Still she grasped it. Temptation caused her to lower her finger to the answer button; but the call was ended. That was her life. Everytime she went to answer; she was too late. Every single time, she was too late to forgive or to ask for help. The dark hole in her mind kept pulling her closer to the harsh whispers; yet she tried to reject them.

 

Her long, thin legs; too skinny to carry more than her weight and the clothing on her back and her torso; showed only the skin and bones she owned there. She stood taking her phone and shoving it down in her pocket. She stumbled a bit when she wondered away from the wall; her support. Her hand reached towards the door in front of her, she grasped the rounded door knob within her fist. With one clockwise turn and a shove forward, she opened it with a bit of struggle and saw light. The whispers slowly died as the light from the hallway started to make her thoughts pure. It was like washing off dirt in a shower. She took one last look in the dark room seeing a shadow surrounded by darkness; her dark side. With the shaking of her own head, she took one step forward not looking back.

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"How's Justin?" The simple question she was used to answering with good or great turned her off from dinner. Dylan simply pushed her plate forward and went to stand up but was pushed back down by her father.

"What's the matter? You look like you haven't eaten or been in light for days." Her mother stated as her mother checked her head. "You should -" "Mum" she tried to tell to them what happened. "-know he is -"

"MUM!!" She finally stopped her mother ranting. Her mother gave her a questioning glance before continuing.

"-a cheater. You shouldn't date him..." Her mother finally finished.

"Your too late..." Dylan mumbled before standing up and walking off leaving her parents confused.

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