Chapter 1: A Real Ending
"I HATE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
"FINE BY ME! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"
"GOOD RIDDANCE!"
Doors slam and my anger is higher than the sun. I kick the nearest stack of junk. Several old and scratched CD cases go clattering to the ground.
Don't get too angry or... too late.
The CD cases begin to float in the air. I remove the discs and let the cases clatter to the floor. I want the sharp, silver discs to do what I want.
What is your anger toward? the voice in my head asks
He broke up with me! I hiss.
These words are like venom on my tongue. I squeeze my hands together and the CDs re-arrange themselves.
You deserve to be avenged
I don't take revenge, I thought we had an understanding about that. I say in frustration
Just think about it...these silver discs flying towards him. Catching him unaware and cutting...
"ENOUGH!" I scream, hurtling the discs forward with my mind.
I need to breathe I think to myself. Keep the demons in the dungeon.
I suck in a breath through my nose and hold it for ten seconds.
3...2...1...Release
I exhale slowly.
Your demons can't hide forever. The voice hisses angrily.
You're not hiding. You're being consumed by my flames.
We will be re-born from the ashes.
I can live with that... I sigh and open my eyes again.
Time to pick up the pieces. It happens every time they come back, I usually end up breaking something. I find the CD's on the opposite wall, stuck through my bulletin board of pictures and no surprise, they were pictures of us. Our hiking journey in the Himalayas, our selfies at the beach along with the prom pictures and a photo of me and my mom when I was six. I didn't care about the couples pictures, I've tossed tonnes of them out already, but the one of the surviving photos of my family. Well, half of it.
The damage to the picture is pretty minimal, just a slice near my neck and a sliced corner. I begin ripping off the unwanted baggage that was my romantic relationship. It's my latest, but won't be my last. Why do I only manage to attract psychos and jerks? Once I'm done
I can't be alone right now. I need someone to talk to and that doesn't mean the voices in my head.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Lis..."
"Oh hey, how's it going?"
"Picture Rebecca Black meets that parrot from Aladdin and they team up with Macbeth and Freddy Kruger and they commit mass genocide on my soul."
"You're kidding? Who dumped who this time?" she sighs. I've called her so many times after break-ups, she knows not to ask who it was or why because I'll tell her.
"I guess we kind of dumped each other," I say, trying to process what actually happened in detail.
"What did he do to you? Did you break his arm like you did with Jackson?"
"No, and you know that was extenuating circumstances with that. He tried to grab my... you know. That was pure self-defense. That's what the courts said."
"You just cannot hold onto a man can you?" Alisa sighs at the other end of the line.
"Hey, you dated plenty and left a longer trail of broken hearts than I did." I protest.
"At least, I didn't get a restraining order."
"Lisa, the dude was a psycho."
"You're exaggerating."
"He collected sculptures."
"He sounds like a history buff."
"Of 70's underwear models."
"Okay, I'll give you that, but what about Jason?"
"Owned 8 ferrets."
"Anthony?"
"His obsession with the fact that there would be a Daredevil 2 doesn't scare you?"
"What about Billy?"
"Dude wouldn't grow up..."
"Let me guess..."
"Macaroni and bead necklaces. Cute craft for eight-year-old, but 21-year-old!" I say sitting on my bed.
"What's with you and men?"
"I know! What is it? Am I such a beacon to freaks? Do I give off some siren song that says come date me creepy, obsessive, childish psychos?"
"You do it?"
"It's a gift." I shrug.
"Okay, standard break up protocol, all the Nicholas Sparks movies, cookie dough ice cream and two boxes of tissues. I wish I could be there, but I have a night shift."
"And...?" I say, raising an eyebrow.
"And what? What are you saying?"
"You are such a bad liar, Raymond's over there isn't he?"
"I don't... how do you do that?"
"It's a gift," I say."Good night."
"Good night?"
"Go have a nice night?"
"But what kind of friend would I be if I let you alone tonight?"
You're not alone..."I'm not alone..."
"What do you mean?"
"I have Nicholas Sparks, Josh Duhamel, and Ryan Gosling."
"Good night. I love you my best friend in the whole world."
"Love you too," I say and hang up.
Another night alone in my lofty apartment in New York City, New York. A typical night for me, Crystal Miller. A girl with no past and apparently no future. Don't think this is going to be another story about a girl finding herself...This one has more of an interesting twist. You haven't seen what I can do. You don't know what will make me tick and most importantly, you don't know who I am. This story is going to surprise you because this time...I'm writing a new ending.