I'm thinking about another story(: I thought about this one a long time ago, and I finally decided to write it. Sadly, there are only going to be a FEW more chapters for the sequel to 'Twisted Routes'. Well, this story is going to jump around some, flashbacks in italics, and all that. So, enjoy :)

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Chapter One – Broken

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"I'm sorry Sir, she didn't make it. We tried the best we could, she lost too much blood."
"W-what are you talking about? She couldn't have died. That's… that's impossible."
"I'm sorry."

I shot up from the bed, breathing heavily with tears creased down my cheeks. I looked around my room, with no light besides the muted TV playing some sort of stupid romance movie. I sighed heavily, wiping the bead of sweat crawling down my forehead. I had the same dream every night. The same one about how I killed my girlfriend. 'You didn't kill her.' Everyone stated, but I'm the one who did. I killed her with my own hateful words. If I never would've said those things, she would be here with me. She wouldn't be dead.

I walked down the long hallway in my apartment, going to the cabinet where I keep all my whiskey. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I had deep purple bags under my eyes and my face was all bruised up from this asshole at school. I popped open the lip and took a sip, letting the burning acid slither down my throat. I took another sip, with the pain increasing after each one. I hated drinking, but it always seemed to solve my problems. I picked up my phone, and called someone who can really seem to help me when I need him most. Adam.

It rang 3 times before Adam picked up, with a scruffy hello, he finally realized it was me.
"Duuuude, I-I need your help." I laughed nervously as I dragged my feet to the couch, collapsing onto the soft cushions.
"You've been drinking… I'll be over soon."
Before I could answer him, he had already hung up. I threw my phone across the room and threw my head down on the couch, remembering the most horrifying night of my life.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER?" Her mom yelled, making me throw all the things off the table.
"I didn't say anything. We got into an argument. SHE got mad and ran off." I cried, trying the best to convince her mom that I didn't do it.
"You murdered my daughter, Elijah. You verbally murdered her. You need to tell me what you said."
"I-I didn't murder her. All I said was that she was becoming to clingy, and I called her… a selfish bitch – but I didn't mean it. I swear on my life I wish I could take back everything I said that night."
"You should be sorry Eli. You KILLED my only daughter."
"I didn't." I tried to speak, but the words her mom was saying grew louder and louder.
"You did Eli. I can never forgive you."

"Dude, open up the door." I heard Adams deep voice from behind the door. I groaned and picked up my dead weight, dragging myself to the door. I lifted my hand and sighed as the pain raced through my arm as I opened the door.

"God man, you look terrible." Adam said throwing his arm over my shoulder.
"T-thank dude." I whispered sarcastically as he placed me down on the couch.
"Are you thinking about Julia again? This is hurting you, Eli."
"She's gone, Adam. I killed her." I whispered as the tears formed around my eyes.

"Eli, it was a mistake." Adam said, patting my back. He pulled me into a small hug, letting me know he was there for me.

The memory of that night flooded through my head. I killed the one I loved. I could never get her back. She was my everything. Now, I have nothing. Nothing to live for, nothing worth loving.

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Yes, his girlfriend is obviously Julia. I didn't mention her name, because I guessed you all would know. And no, Eli and Clare DO NOT know each other. In a few chapters, they will. And I know, this IS short, but I wanted to get some of the point across. Next chapter WILL be longer, I promise (: