"You can't leave me here! Not all alone! Not like this!"
My voice echoed through the pale covered walls. You didn't even hear me. And if you did you pretended not too. Those promises that you made to stay forever were lies. You weren't here for me. You were here for you. And now that you got what you wanted you were gone.
I hurled my fist into the wall. The paint crumbled off and I glanced at my hand. Shocked by my own power. Blood was slowly making its way to the floor and I wrapped my hand into a sheet. They were your sheets, your bed. I didn't care, I wanted every peice of this place that reminded me of you, removed.
I let out a blood curdling scream. I wanted someone to hear me, anyone. But I was alone, completely surrounded by everything you left me with. Which wasn't much, just enough to make me survive, just enough to make me suffer. I hated you. And I hated the tears that were falling, and the worst part, was that I wasn't sure if they were for me, or for you.
