Broken Mind

Aubrianne McCoy is an outcast, but when she gets in a car crash with her science teacher, Mr. Cartwright, she is all kids can talk about. But she faces more troubles besides her injuries. Will Bri break down, or will she face her troubles and move on?

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4. Chapter 4

I fell asleep, and I had a terrible dream. I found myself tied to a tree with tape on my mouth. I could barely breath. There were men wearing masks, and they were talking in a foreign language. Then, one of them turned to me.

"You shouldn't have come," he said with an Arabian accent. "Now you get to watch everyone die. Then it's your boyfriend."

I had no idea what they meant by "boyfriend". Maybe it was Braydon with me. But there was a bag on his head, so I couldn't tell who it really was.

The men shot my family, one by one. First my ancestors, then my cousins, then my aunts and uncles, then my brother, then my parents. The whole time I tried screaming, "No! No, please! Take me instead! I'll do anything!" But they kept on going.

Finally when they were done, they walked up to the person next to me. They pointed the gun at him. Then, they took the bag off of his face. I couldn't believe who the face belonged to. It was Mr. Cartwright!

Why did they call him my boyfriend? Well, I guess it could look like it because he practically looks like an eighteen-year-old, and I was about his height. But, I thought it would be Braydon.

"Any last words to your girlfriend?" the man asked him.

Mr. Cartwright turned to me. "Everything will be alright, Bri. I promise."

He then kicked the man in front of him in between his legs. Another man approached him, and Mr. Cartwright kicked him in the face. Many men came, and he defeated them all. He was able to untie himself from the tree, then tore the tape off of my mouth and untied me.

I started crying and Mr. Cartwright pulled me into a hug.

"Everything's okay, Aubrianne," he said to me. "We're safe no-"

Just then, another man shot him in the back and ran away. Mr. Cartwright fell to the ground and I knelt next to him. I cried even harder.

"Bri," he said, putting his hand on my cheek. "Stay strong. I know this may be a rough time of you life, but you will move past this. I know you will."

"Mr. Cartwright, you are going to be okay. I'm going to call for help." Then I realized I didn't have my phone. "Oh no...do you have your phone?"

"Bri, stop." I stared at him as he spoke. "I don't want to suffer anymore. You will be...okay..."

He stopped speaking and his eyes were lifeless.

"No! Mr. Cartwright! Please, wake up!" I screamed at him for a long time. I looked around for someone to come by and help, but no one did.

And then I woke up.

Wyatt jumped when I screamed. Wait, Wyatt?! Why in hell would he be here?

He held a bouquet of flowers. I couldn't tell what kind they were, thought.

"You okay, Bri?" he asked me.

"You have no right to call me that!"

******

Wyatt Cooper: my first real boyfriend. I really loved him. Yes, loved. After seven and a half months with him, I have found out that he is a total douchebag! He is literally the worst person you will ever meet. He's very rich, selfish and arrogant.

We were at a French restaurant called "Brasserie Cassis". He had the Confit de Canard, and I had the Poulet Rôti aux Legumes. It was absolutely delicious. I was glad it was only a four minutes drive from my house, or a 34 minutes walk. I could come here anytime I wanted. Well, as long as I had over $100 with me.

Wyatt and I were talking and laughing. We talked about the gossip at school and worldwide conflicts. When things had gotten a little quieter, Wyatt started to speak.

"Listen, Bri," he started. "We need to talk." He said it in a gloomy way, and I knew he was faking.

Shit, I thought. He's gonna dump me, isn't he?

In the seven and a half months I had with him, I was happy. He had given me you without him suffering. He enjoyed himself without someone else falling. But this was the first time in those seven and a half months that I was distressed. I was angry.

"Don't," I blurted out. "I understand. You want Candice, don't you?"

He looked confused.

"Bri, no, I-"

"Don't lie! It's as clear as day. I've seen you looking at her flirtatiously! Don't deny it." At that point, the whole restaurant was looking at us, and Wyatt started to blush. "Whatever, Wyatt! Do what you want with her. You and I are through!"

I flipped his plate of food into his face, and stormed out. I called my brother, Grant, and asked him for a ride home.

******

"Fine," Wyatt said. "Aubrianne. You need to let go of the past and face reality. I'm not the same guy I used to be."

"Sure you aren't. How can you prove it?"

"Well, for one, I didn't actually want to dump you. My mother told me I can't date you because of our families' history."

Well, he was right. My parents kept on telling me about the "McCoy-Cooper Battle of Property". It's said it was a bloody battle, but the Coopers won, and they recieved a lot of money from selling our old house. That's why my parents never really liked Wyatt.

"You know what happened to my family, right?"

"Yes, I know what happened. And I'm very sorry for your loss, Aubrianne."

"You also know I'm with Braydon?"

"Yes, as much as it hurts to know. Look, I just wanted to bring you some flowers." He set down the flowers next to Mr. Cartwright's bouquet.

"I will be leaving now." He stood up from his chair and left the room.

I started crying. My life turned into a big mess. First, I get dumped. Second, I get in a huge crash with left me with broken legs and a broken wrist. Third, my family is killed by terrorists. Fourth, I find out I have brain cancer. Fifth, Cindy, one of my best friends, kills herself. And finally, my ex-boyfriend brings me a bouquet of peonies, which means he hates me.

I cried for hours, and no one came. Not even Mr. Cartwright. Of course, he was busy with making lesson plans and what not. But I was alone.

I still had my ring that my parents gave me on my thirteenth birthday. It had somehow survived the crash. As long as I had it, my family would always be with me. I looked at it, and realized that my family never really left. They were still with me.

I stopped crying and spun the ring on my finger, releaving some stress.

I want to die, I thought to myself. I want to be with my lost family and friends. I want to end my suffering. I want to be happy.

Then, I saw a scalpel on the tray next to my bed. I grabbed it without thinking, and cut down my arms. I then cut a message on the other side of my arm.

HELP ME AND MY BROKEN MIND

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