Mitchie POV
I sat on my bed, my knees hugged to my chest. Anything to keep myself from falling apart. I wished I could tear my heart out; quickly eliminate the pain that burned inside me. In a quick burst of anger, I yanked open the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out the pictures of me and him. I pounded down the hallway into my parent's bedroom, where I knew they kept the matches. I quickly lit one up and put it to the corners of my once favorite pictures. I watched them burn as my anger turned back into sorrow. A tear slid down my cheek and landed in the flaming wastebasket, causing it to sizzle. I collapsed in a heap on the floor, bawling my eyes out, wishing I had never even met him in the first place.