Another Heartbreak Chapter

I've expanded "Heartbreak" not to be Lauren's story, but a series of out-of-order one-shots. Instances of heartbreak from random people of the Forks gang, you know? It's Eric's turn this time, and it's short, but I don't have time to write. I'm really sorry, but in a couple months, I swear, I'll have time again, and work harder on updating!

Prom was FINALLY rolling around. I had been waiting for this night for ages! Finally, I would get a chance to show off to HER what I could look like under the right light (or non-light). My tuxedo was absolutely perfect for me, and I had perfected my dancing style to be handsome, classy, and seductive, all at the same time. All my friends would be there, and all those who didn't know me very well, too. I would show them! I wasn't the geek they all thought I was! All I had to wait was a single week!

But first, I had to buy myself a ticket, but I had spent all my money on my newest Xbox game, so I had to go to my mother for money. "Mom?" I started.

It was a fruitless disaster. All she did was yell about how I needed to be better about handling money. Dad was next; he agreed with Mom.

I tried again the next day, appealing to her sweet, motherly side this time. "Eric! You had better march to your room this instant, young man! I don't want to hear another word about prom, or this Bella Swan! Your grades have been dropping, and I want you to spend your free time studying, not chasing after girls! There'll be plenty of time for girls once you're out of school!"

"But, Mom! I've been waiting for so long! Besides, you told me a few weeks ago that I could go!" I wasn't lying, either. She had told me I could!

"I don't remember that," she said stonily, crossing her arms.

"But I have the prom yearbook page! I HAVE to be there to take pictures, at least!"

"So get pictures from one of your friends," she said. "I'm not changing my opinion on this!"

"Fine!" I screamed, and slammed the door shut behind me, knowing I was going to get grounded even worse for this. I didn't care. Edward Cullen had ended up with Bella's heart. Mike had won Jessica's. And who was I? Nobody. The chess geek that everyone hates, but tolerates so they can cheat off of his tests.

Raw anger seethed just under my skin. I lashed out on the closest thing to me—my bed. I kicked it as hard as I could, but because I was so out of shape, all I managed to do was jam my big toe. Why did my parents have to be like this? They suffocated me so much. All they did was tighten the noose more and more around me, and the more I fought, the less I was allowed to breathe. If they ever saw me talking to a girl, they immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion and thought that I was sleeping with her during my free time. Yeah. As if. Not a single girl at Forks High can even stand the thought of me! If I try to wear jeans to school, they yell at me about "inappropriate school attire". They cannot understand that jeans are normal school wear. They're in constant contact with my teachers, so they always know if I get anything less than a hundred on anything, and all hell breaks loose if they ever catch wind of an assignment with anything less than an A+ on it.

The next day at school, Mike caught up with me. "Hey, Yorkey! Are you going to prom? I need to buy my ticket with somebody so that I can get the couples discount."

"So go save your five dollars with Jessica," I growled.

"But she already bought her ticket," he whined, "with Angela!"

"Get over it. Spend the extra five bucks."

"But…I don't have enough money!" he moaned. "Wait, you aren't going to prom, are you?" Mike laughed evilly. "I shoulda known! The geek isn't going to prom! Hah!"

"Shut up, Mike Newton!" I yelled, my hands balled into fists.

"Excuse me, Mr. Yorkey, but that kind of behavior is not tolerated at this school." I turned around just to be face-to-face with the principal. I cussed, knowing that I couldn't get in much more trouble than I was already bound to be in.

I was right. That night, my parents wouldn't let me hear the end of the amount of trouble I was in for landing myself in detention for the rest of the week.

I ran to my room, and locked the door. I didn't want to hear anymore from anyone. Just because I wanted a little bit of life, I was punished so severely all the time. Is there a magical incantation for misery? Because I need some. Maybe I should just take some Lexipro?

I managed to crack open the window and jump out. I fell onto a bed of grass, and ran, ran as fast as I could, just to get away from everything. I kept running, until I couldn't breathe anymore, but kept running. I registered mildly that I wasn't wearing a jacket and that it was still very cold, but still ran. Blackness started to envelope me, but that didn't stop me. I kept going. Until I could see nothing more. There was nothing left, except for these loud, wretched, sobbing gasps.

Was that really what I sounded like? I collapsed, everything spinning wildly out of control. No wonder I was hated. I was a pathetic JERK.

That needed to change. Today. I ripped off the glasses, but couldn't focus, and ended ripping out a lock of that greasy mop on top of my head instead.

I tore, scratched, and ripped, insanity having gripped my soul.

The next thing I knew, I was in a white room, and there was an oxygen mask on my face, and quiet beeps from my left.

Crap. I would never hear the end of this…