“Is there anything you would like to say?”
They all turned expectantly towards me, my sister, Alanna’s eyes met mine, there was pure terror in them that reflected my own. Say something they screamed.
I opened my mouth but nothing but a strangled cry escaped. I struggled to drag a shaky breath into my collapsing lungs. It was if the splintered shards of my heart were sticking painfully into my throat.
Voices were screaming in my head, I was drowning, drowning in blood and jealousy and my own tears. I wanted to run, to get away, to escape this pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and clamped my hands over my ears, trying to silence the drumming that was growing louder and louder and I couldnt stop it.
It was a train skidding off the rails, I was running, running and I, I couldn’t stop. Everything was crashing, burning, his face, his beautiful face and his words, they were sticking like daggers, little needles stabbing and they wouldn’t stop stabbing, they would never stop stabbing.
This roaring pain, it was swallowing up everything, enveloping me, a tsunami of despair. I wanted to get out, to escape, I didn’t want to be me anymore, I didn’t want to be anyone anymore, the pain... the pain, the drumming it was growing louder.
Love and hate rose up inside of me like vomit and they intertwined, mixed together, I couldn’t stand it. I looked into his eyes, his beautiful eyes, I always said that they looked like the Cornish sea, blue-green-grey. They were filled with so much pain and lies and disgust and I love him and I love him and there were crows digging their claws into my chest and ripping it to pieces. I was falling and falling and it was all black, and I couldn’t hear anything but the sounds of voices screaming and screaming and it was me.
I wanted to s claw out everything, gouge out everything until there was nothing left. Just emptiness no memories, no happiness, no pain, no feelings. I didn’t want to feel, I didn’t want to feel anything ever again.
There weren’t words to describe the feeling when that weight was crushing, squeezing me and I couldn’t breathe and I was choking and they were all staring at me with their patronizing eyes: Alanna’s full of worry and Annabel’s full of hate and Harry’s... Harry’s eyes.... I love him, I love him so much I wish I could give him the universe. I would die for him, do anything for him. If my love were water, it would be an ocean. I wish I could protect him from everything bad in the world, just lock him inside a safe little bubble.
The sounds of my ragged breath and the faint thumps of the pieces of my heart’s feeble beats and the pain, it was like a tidal wave that was drowning me and everything in it. It was as if, they were both playing some cruel game, let’s see how many pieces we can break my heart into before I break.
I was numb, so numb and I couldn’t contain it. I needed to smash something, to break something, I needed to make someone else feel this agonizing pain. The pain that was gnawing at me, ripping me apart slowly, laughing at me when I cried out in agony.
I started ripping the tissue up harder and harder, faster and faster. Let them go. Let them go. They are birds in cages trapped inside your heart, open the doors and let them go. Harry, he was embeded there and my hands were trembling my eyes were glazed over and I couldn’t see anything anymore, my senses were gone. I was swimming in a pool the color of his eyes and I couldn’t hear anything but the screaming in my ears and my shallow breaths and every tick of the clock, every single second that passed was pain; like the throbbing feeling you get when you bang your shin.
I looked up at him, we were sitting so close, yet so far. I wanted to take his hand and run, run away and never ever stop, never grow up, never change. There was pain, I had caused him pain.
Finally I forced myself to look at her:Annabel. It was all her, she was the evil, twisted bitch who had ruined my life. My hands started shaking, hatred and revulsion rose up in me like never before, I wanted to kill her, I wanted her to scream hours of agonizing torture that I knew I would feel later when I screamed into my pillow.
The bond the connected Harry and I’s hearts together was being hacked away at by her and I couldn’t live without it. He chose me, I chose him, we were meant to be together. If two people wanted to be happy then for god’s sake leave them the hell alone! I removed my trembling hands from my face. I forced myself to look at him, at his face, the very face that I’d watched change and grow for that past eight years. The face of my bestfriend, the boy I loved, who now hated me.
“I can’t” I whispered.
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