Little Miss Bad Girl

Broken Hearts and Asthma Attacks

The next morning I woke up and Adrian wasn't there.
He wasn't downstairs.
He wasn't in the breakfast hall.

I asked one of the teachers and was informed that Adrian had requested to go home.

He left.

I had always said I would never fall in love. I was wrong.

He left.

I missed him.

He left.

His stupid jokes that were never funny, but made me laugh anyway.

He left.

His smile that brightened my day with its little appearances.

He left.

His beautiful eyes, I could get lost in.

He left.

I thought he loved me.

He left.

We were supposed to talk about this. About us.

He left.

I love him.

He. Left.

That's when it started getting hard to breathe.
I was having an anxiety attack.
Oh, joy.

He left me.

In the midst of trying to calm down I felt my throat close up.
An asthma attack.

I can't breathe.

He left me.

My vision was getting blurry. I forgot my inhaler.

My last concious thought,
Maybe if I die the heartache will go away.

I awoke to voices.

"Is she going to be okay?" Briley asked.

"She should be fine. We're just waiting for her to wake up." Dr. Gabriel Ferris, he was my doctor.

Why am I here, what's going on...
Adrian.

He left.

"When will she wake up?" Blaze this time.

He left.

"We don't know. That's all up to her." The doctor said.

My eyes opened involuntarily.
No, I don't want to be here.

He left me.

"She's awake. Kris, what hap-" Blade was cut off by his voice.

He left.

"Where is she!?" He burst through the door.
"Baby."

He. Left.

Everything went black.

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Have a good year