The Story Of Marcel

Marcel always had it hard in school. Everyone judged him on his clothes and glasses and what he looked like. They never got to know what was on the inside which was a really sweet boy, until a surprise turns up one day at school.


11. Heartbreak

<Note from Author>

Before I start this chapter I'd just like to thank you all for your support and great comments :D It means loads to me :') So thanks and back to the story :P xox

Hazels P.O.V

I run away from the hall. I want to be as far away from everyone as possible. The tears are already falling down my face probably ruining the little make up I had on. I feel completely numb inside except for the searing pain in my heart. One of the last things he said to me was 'trust me' and I was stupid enough to say I would. Even stupider to actually follow my words. I hear people running after me but I keep going. Luckily its only 9 o'clock so I get the last bus home. I just sit at the back by the window and try to hold in the tears but as soon as I get home I let them flow. I cry out every emotion inside me. I ignore all my calls because all I want to do is hide away from the world. After I have no tears left I just lay on my bed making noises that sound so stupid I try to stop. I check my phone and see 18 missed calls and 23 texts from Marcel. I throw my phone at the wall and try and sleep but all my dreams are haunted by Two words, 'trust me.' I wake up thinking how I could have been such an idiot. I always thought he was different. Shy and sweet. But hes just as bad as joey. I get up and changed into a baggy t shirt and shorts after a shower. I put my hair up in a ponytail and sit on my bed clutching my pillow while another round of crying comes around. Mum keeps trying to come in but I don't want to talk. She has to go to work early in the morning and doesn't come back until late at night 6 days a week but Saturday is her day off. I hear the doorbell go once but after my mum said im not up for visitors the bell is silent for the rest of the day. No more calls or texts from Marcel. He's probably enjoying himself with Mindy. I don't plan on doing anything today when I realise I have a shift at the café in 2 hours. I get paid on Saturdays and get most tips as well so I think of college and that thought gets me up and ready. Im dreading this but I force myself to act normal and am about to walk down to the café when I see Mindy and Joey walking hand in hand down the street and into the café. But what about Marcel? That's when I notice the red rose from last night, slightly shrivelled and begin to consider if this isn't entirely Marcels fault.

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