Broken Pieces {E.D.}

43

Three days before graduation.

Three days for me to prepare a speech.

But in those three days, I wasn't going to be able to mend my broken heart.

I sat at my desk, trying to formulate words to create a speech.

My prompt- Describe Your Highschool Expierence?

It was great, up until senior year.

Heartbreaks from family and friends.

Ethan knew how to write so beautifully. I was hoping for him to be able to help me.

That ship has crashed.

I start writing, open honesty only, about my highschool expierence.

The ups and downs, the classes, teachers, students- everything.

Down to the last month.

The pen moved furiously over the paper, the blue ink that once sat was creating something mediocore.

Once I finished, I folded it into three and set it in my drawer. Revision would come later.

My mind hurt, my heart ached more. I needed a break from that.

I got up to take a shower, when Alice texted me.

Alice: Hey! Want to get Starbucks with Gray and I?

I read the message, my mind debating if I really wanted to.

Alice has been trying to hang out with me for so long, but I keep putting it off.

Truthfully, I enjoy being alone right now, wallowing in my pain by myself.

Going out and trying to act like I'm fine really isn't something I care to do.

Me: I was just about to shower

Alice: We'll get you in 20!

Damn.

Me: Autumn reacted with thumbs up

I set my phone on the counter and started the water.

I looked in the mirror, slowly peeling my shirt off. I looked worn out and sad.

I hated it.

I had bags under my eyes and a look of pain in them.

I hated it.

I had a heart broken, but could easily be fixed if I just went to him. I fear it though, I fear hurting him because I'm hurting.

And I hated it.

I got dressed in a pair of highwaisted shorts and a maroon top. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I slid on my white and gold adidas.

As I went downstairs, my dad was in the living room.

"Hey." I turned the corner.

"Hi sweetie." He got up, "You look nice. Going out?"

I nodded and watched the look of relief spread across his face.

I hadn't wanted to do anything, I could tell how worried he was becoming.

It wasn't helping the situation him and my mom were in, so I just stayed in my room as much as possible.

"Your mom went to the store." He made his way into the kitchen, me following.

"Okay." I shrugged and grabbed my keys off the hook.

"I'm sorry about your graduation party."