Sometimes I'm just waiting to break.
I'm just waiting to see her face and shatter into a million pieces.
I feel so fucking fragile sometimes and I hate it.
It never seems to stop hurting.
It seems we have reached the end.
The last day of school.
Hundreds of buzzing 13 year olds crowded near the front doors of the school, waiting to be herded onto the busses and off to Valley Fair.
I shoved through them, looking for Katelyn frantically.
Two minutes searching turned to five, and then ten. A sinking in my stomach told me that she wasn't going to be there.
She looked so frail yesterday, as if so much as a cruel glance could tear her apart at the seams.
She wasn't coming.
My wintergirl had gotten lost in the snow.
The sea of teenagers fought back against me as I fought back a sob.
"Dammit dammit dammit!" I muttered to myself.
I knew I should have talked to her the day before.
I knew she wasn't okay.
God, she really wasn't okay.
I began to cry as I reached the end of the crowd.
People murmured that she had been brought from her house in an ambulance the night before.
Mascara lines streaked my face as I began to run.
I ran down the hallways screaming her name.
Finally, after about the third run throughout the school I collapsed to my knees and sobbed.
I knew, I just somehow knew that she was gone.
(I'll continue this in the next chapter)
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When we were wintergirls
RandomIf you have heard of the story wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson then you will understand. That book really hit me hard. It made me realise how unhealthy I was. How unhealthy our relationship was. I loved her. But it was killing me. She just kept...
