It was a Monday, I don't know why I think that's important, bad things normally happen on a Monday don't they? The first day of the school week. The dreaded early mornings. The really bad hair day. Coincidently a Monday would also be the day my heart shattered into millions of tiny pieces.
I just realised I really, really hate Mondays.
It was raining, which isn't unusual in La Push, what was unusual was the murky grey sky that hid the beautiful starlet night. There was an icy wind that continuously slapped me in the face as I ran, it blew against me making my strides smaller. As normal my route took me along first beach, only the angry crashing of the waves spoke to me.
Also as normal my gaze lingered on the group of drunkards laying around in the sand, many discarded bottles lying around unforgotten. I longed to run over and hold my hands up to the dancing flames of the fire instead I pushed towards home, I would save myself the embarrassment of being turned away.
Jared wasn't with his friends, I cursed myself for even noticing. Briefly I remember the sharp pain in my stomach at his absence, I spoke harshly to myself before continuing on my run.
My obsession- obsession is too strong of a word- started when I was six, I dropped my ice cream in the floor and Jared gave me one of his mother's home made cookies. He had quickly found the way to my heart, I mean what girl can honestly resist a warm chocolate chip cookie? I definitely couldn't.
I gave my heart away too easily, if only he actually noticed me, maybe if my black hair hadn't been so boring and if my russet coloured skin hadn't just blended in with everyone else's, maybe just maybe he would of noticed me then.
It took only two minutes to fall in love with Jared Thail, if only it took two minutes to fall out of love, life would be so much easier.
As I neared the end of my run my muscles began to protest, a fiery sensation clawed at my legs. Puffing I slowed down my pace considerably, the rain began to pound on my shaking form. Just bloody typical!
Everything and everyone was the same in La Push, if you were different you would be penalised for it. Every house was the same spiritless, washed out grey colour. In every driveway sat the same rundown truck. Only the chipped red painted door and the rows upon rows of my mother's flowers identified my house from the rest.
For approximately fifteen seconds I didn't realise what was going on right in front of me. It was as though my mind had been spray painted white, everything lacked colour. At first all I saw when I stumbled through the back door was a flurry of hands. A hand leaning on the kitchen counter for support. Hands grabbing at hair. Hands creeping up my sister's shirt. My sister's shirt!
It was then that I saw his face. His wide brown eyes that I had so often dreamed of following my every move were darkened with lust as he drunk in my older sister's curvaceous body. His long black hair was tangled up in my sister's fingers, for a moment I wondered if it felt silky and smooth, I had often longed to touch his hair. His mouth was leering down at my sister as she sucked playfully on his ear, it was not the lazy grin that I expected. My eyes drifted once again to his hands, slowly creeping up my sister's shirt.
Clamping my eyes shut I shook my head. I felt suddenly nauseous. I could of sworn that my heart had stopped beating. A string of curses echoed throughout the tiny kitchen as I clattered against mum's favourite plates sending them flying to the floor. A girly squeal burned my ears.
Then it was silent. Too silent.
I tried to erase everything I had just witnesses. Wipe it from memory, but my mouth continued to feel dry and my eyes continued to sting. I would not show weakness in front of them. I would not!
"Kim?" Bethany sounded flustered. I felt my cheeks turning pink as I continued to back away. I didn't open my eyes, I couldn't open my eyes, I was afraid of what I would see.
"Kim!" Bethany said again.
Turning my back on my big sister I ran faster than I had ever ran before.
"Who was that?"
I would of recognised that voice anywhere. He didn't even know who I was. My heart continued to shatter around me, I felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly in the chest. My feet carried me back on my familiar route, the rain came down in sheets of ice. I was so, incredibly cold.
"I hate him!" I screamed, my voice sounded raw. Animal like.
It had taken only two seconds for me to give my heart to him yet ten years before I realised he had been walking all over it.
Jared Thail would no longer hold my heart in his hands.
Thoughts? Should i continue?