Day's passed, and hours went by, but everything stayed the same. I was this big empty hollow shell.
You ask why I'm not crying? I'm sick of crying. I've cried all night, all day, every hour, every minute,
every second. I, personally have had enough crying and I won't shed another single tear in my life. There is NOTHING worse than Nick dying, absolutley nothing.
Actually, quiute frankly I think any minute I'll wake up from this irrational dream. Then I'll laugh at how stupid my mind was, for even considering the thought. Please wake up, please. I pounded my fists on the bathroom counter, torture, hadn't I had enough torture? I look at my reflection, and I'm startled. There is a stranger in this mirror. I don't know the old me anymore, she died with Nick.
I pull at the dwares, in my bathroom, not even attempting to be discreat. The dwares bang loudly all of my nessecities banging inside them. I just shake the dwares, nothing inside them I specifically need.
"I hate you, I hate what you've done to me. I hate that I loved you, and now your just, dead" I looked up in the mirror saying these words with every once of hatred left in my body. I wanted to break down and cry, but I made a promise to myself that I intend to keep. It was a waste of time anyways. Nick is a memory, he's part of a past, that will NEVER come back.
I bang the dwares loudly again, expecting someone to march upstaires, and complain about the amount of noise. No one came upstairs, actually the house was silent, besides the banging of my dwares. You could probably hear a penny drop. I wanted to drop a million pennies. Just so It wouldn't be this damn silent. Then I opend one of my dwares and stared at a pair of scissors. What if I die with Nick? What if I was dead?
That thought only came in my head a second, before I realized how foolish I was thinking. Instead I grabbed the scissors, and started cutting the hair around my face. Clip, clip, clip, I heard the scissors cutting off inches of my hair. Just like Nick my hair is gone, but it will grow back. Nick won't. I look in the mirror when I'm finished. Before I had beautiful long curly auburn hair,
that strung down past my boobs. Now it barley hits my soulders, and is straight because I don't have the enery to look beautiful, actually I don't want to look beautiful,
but somehow I manage to pull it off anyways.
Authors Note~ Hey guys :/.. I really like this chapter it almost made me cry! I'm going to start a difference in age again probably tonight if I have the energy :/.
My computer just aught a virus, and I don't know how long it's gonna survive. So if I'm not writing thats why.
Also guy's if I don' get some more reviews, I'm deleting all my stoies on :(. Theres no point in writing if I barlet get ANY reviews.. We'll I gtg bye!