The wind blew through the air, and smacked against my hair blew into my face, and stuck to my strawberry flavored lip gloss. I blew it off my lips and clutched a street pole, my fingers grasping it for dear life and thoughts swam through my mind, and then all broke hell inside of me. My stomach turned, and my heart pounded, as the wind seemed to yank my fingers from the rusty metal. It picked my up and made my cascading hair dance. That is when to my surprise it dropped me smack on the ground.
I took in every breath as the win died down, believing that these few moments would be my last. Benjamin Tickle and I had been together for nearly a year when he unsubtly dumped me. According to him I am too chirpy and goody-goody. I felt lost, like nobody loved me. Sammy was gone, Ethan had moved to Barcelona, Ollie and I never got along very well, and Christian moved away with his father Raf. Of course some might say that I still had Kat, Abigail, and Grace, but that wasn't the truth. Kat and I never get along anymore, both of us went our separate ways. Kat and Abigail were back to being best friends, and they seemed to be blocking me out. I always thought to maybe Grace and I could be friends again, but that doesn't seem to be working out. I had no one.
I again brushed my hair from my face, and wiped the blood from my scraped elbow with a tissue that I had taken from my pocket moments earlier. I look at my legs only to see that my leggings were ripped on my upper right thigh, and on my left ankle as well. Black threads tickled the bare skin beneath my leggings. I then went back to focusing on my elbow only to find that it was still bleeding. I applied pressure and winced. I needed someone now more than ever, but no one would be there. No one would here my cries, see my pain, or even love me.
Tears trickled down my face at the thoughts of having no one. Like Abigail had sad after Sammy passed away, I'm a crier. There is really no need to hold it in, when that will only make it harder to breathe. I let my makeup run, I let my eyes become red and puffy because it didn't matter. I cried and I cried and I cried because I could and I wasn't afraid to.
I removed the tissue from my elbow and through it to the ground. Leaving it on the ground to decay into nothing. It was alone, like me.
I watched my feet make their way across the hard concrete pavement and then onto the metal steps. After the wind storm, I had broke down. I decided to return to the academy. And although I no longer had a family there, it was my home. I trudged up the steps and eventually made my way into the room that I shared with Grace. She was feeding her pet axolotl, Marilyn. I remember when she used to allow me to feed Marilyn. I was personally freaked out every time that I fed the creature, but now that I look back on it, that was one of the ways Grace had showed that she had trusted me. Every time that she fed Marilyn, she released all of the tension in her body, and just calmed down. Now was the only time that I actually wanted and yearned to feed the axolotl.
"Tara, are you okay?" Grace questioned. Was she actually being nice, or was this just one of her little jokes? "Tara, did you hear me?" Grace asked. Thoughts swam through my mind of what I would say.
"Yeah, I was just thinking," I covered for myself.
"Tara, I'm being serious are you okay? And don't say you are because you aren't. Your elbow is stained with blood, and your leggings are pretty much shredded. What happened?" Grace explained.
"Fine, okay fine, you're right! I'm not okay, and I haven't been. Alright, and I was trying to go home, but I got caught in a windstorm, and I almost died! Are you happy now?" I screamed.
"Why would I be happy Tara?" Grace said feeding Marilyn a bit more, "Do you actually think that I'm a sadist?"
"No, but you hate me," I whispered out of breath.
"Look Tara, I know that you've hated me since what I did at the Prix de Fonteyn, but I was just getting even. Tara you got me expelled! I had to win the Prix to come back, even if that meant hurting my best friend. And i wasn't in the right headspace with all that happened to Sammy," Grace genuinely explained.
"Don't you dare blame Sammy for all that has happened Grace," came a familiar voice. I turned around to see the one person I had been searching for for so long. Christian.