*This is really new and I know it is terrible right now! Comments are greatly appreciated!*
I’d fallen again. Fallen a little bit too hard this time. But I it couldn’t have been all my fault. I was just so excited. He was so cute and sweet and all that I wanted. His deep blue eyes pulled you in like a whirlpool, his light brown hair was always messy, his arms were muscular and strong, and when he held me nothing in the world could ever hurt me. But he was the kind of boy that played you hard and hurt you harder. He had told me I was beautiful and amazing and that he loved me. He had loved me - or so I had thought. I felt so happy and excited that a boy finally wanted to get to know me, to be with me. But that joy and excitement turned to excruciating pain and hurt. The tears flowed faster as I realized what had happened. I cried and cried, screamed and threw the things he had given me. The worst thing had happened. He'd cheated on me - not just with some girl, but with some girl that happened to be his best friend's girlfriend.
I wiped my cheeks with the backs of my hands and tried to put on a brave face. I couldn’t let this get in the way of my life, but my stomach was in knots and my blue eyes swollen from tears. I stumbled down the hall to the only bathroom in the house. I couldn’t believe what I saw in the mirror staring back. Her face was swollen in the areas where the tears had flown most and there were dark circles under her eyes. I gasped. This could not be me! It just couldn’t. I had things to do and places to go and I looked like I just came back from the dead.
I leaned over and splashed some cold water on my red, swollen face. It felt good, I felt revived. But my face still looked terrible. I sighed, turned the water off and reached for a towel. I dabbed my face dry and once again looked into the mirror. This was as good as it was going to get today. My face scrunched up once again and I slid down the wall in the bathroom the tears coming faster and more violently than before. I had tried to so hard for him, to be the best girlfriend I could be. But I had failed. I wasn’t good enough.
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