An ICONic story: The Other Side of The Door

Chapter One

The intense pain of hurt and betrayal burned in the back of her eyes as she stared at the two people, kissing passionately in front of her. Small, salty tears built up at the rim of her soft emerald green orbs, which were soon slithering down her tender, rose flushed cheeks. Her coral pink lips parted as she prepared herself to say something but nothing rolled off her tongue. She was stuck for words.

She shut her eyes tightly continuously whispering:

"Please let this be a dream…"

Her eyes fluttered open to face the same image as before.

Her worst nightmare had turned into reality.

"No…No.." She muttered to herself in utter disbelief. "This..This can't be real."

She staggered backwards down the deserted hallway accidentally bumping into a tall figure.

"Woah!" The figure exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry." She apologized, twirling around only to find herself staring into the electric blue iris' of Bianca Castronovo.

Your P.O.V.

"It's okay Pearl." She smiled for a short second but that curve flipped upside down.

"Are you crying?" She asked, grabbing my hands in concern.

"No." I denied terribly, bowing my head as I wiped away a fresh tear that was forcing it's way down my face.

"Don't lie to me Pearl." She argued clutching my chin between her thumb and index finger pushing it up.

"Please just leave it." I begged, not wanting to talk about what I had just witnessed. It would be too painful repeating it all.

Bianca exhaled deeply as she released her tight grip.

"Fine!" She agreed in a rather annoyed tone. "But just remember I'm always here if you need someone to talk to."

"Thanks Bi."

"Well we better go fix you up. Don't want you going downstairs looking like a panda now, do we?" She offered with cute chuckle.

"Haha. No we don't want that."

Bianca walked around me, tugging me to follow her into the bathroom.

It only took us a few short steps until we halted outside the bathroom door. My eyes widened at the memory that flashed through my brain as fast as a lightening bolt.

"No!" I screamed as Bianca turned the doorknob opening the door to find the same couple kissing.

A gasp rippled from her plump red stained lips, noticing who the boy was. She dropped my hand, stunned at the sight in front of her.

"James?"

"Wait. Is this…-" She turned to face me.

"This is why you were crying?"

I backed away not wanting to see this anymore.

"Pearl wait. I can explain!" The boy with short brown hair swooped across his face hollered.

I sped down the hall as fast as my little legs could go.

I bolted down the stairs pushing past everyone who was in my way heading straight to the back garden. I clumsily fell flat on the ground, twisting my ankle.

"Argh!" I shrieked in pain.

I collapsed on the floor in streams of tears not caring about who saw me. I felt like evaporating into thin air. The pain I was in was excruciating. Not just my ankle but my heart;I felt like it had been violently ripped out my tiny 5'4 body and brutally stabbed a hundred times.

How could he do that to me? He promised he would never hurt me and he has.

Why Lord? Why?