Hey! So I know that all of you are probably pretty peeved at me and why I haven't updated, and of course there's the reasons of school and what not, but I also have to say that I've been dealing with friends issues and work, as well as some events that have gotten in the way. But I'm back now! I also apologize cause this chapter is so so so so so small... But I have my reasons! So judge me, but still R&R so I know how to improve! Thanks and here's chapter 5: Breaking! Enjoy!
I was in the greatest mood over the weekend. My number one dream had come true. I was so happy I actually looked forward to school. I traced the familiar path to my locker, grabbed my morning period books, and went in search of James. Seeing his dark brown hair from down the hall, I ran to greet him, knocking into random people along the way. "Hey James! What's…" I stopped short. He was with Lily.
My mind instantly came up with thousands of different reasons why he was with that… girl. He was breaking up with her, telling her about the kiss. He was in love with me, wasn't he? I thought I knew. I mean, he kissed me didn't he? Of course he was. I turned toward both of them… to find them making out.
I started falling, thoughts swirling around me as if I was inside a tornado and James was the storm. My heart broke, pieces flying every which way. Some held memories, others nightmares and dreams. The voices in my head, ever-present, telling me what I now knew was true. He did this to hurt you. Nobody loves you, including James. The time has come. James hates you.
I ran, realizing how right the voices were. I should have listened, protected myself from it all. Should've put up walls, barriers to prevent anything from coming inside. I was stupid. I vaguely heard James yell "Kendall!" before I bolted out of school. I wasn't about to stop. I would end up breaking apart.
I rushed through the front door of the house and into my room. I had to write down what happened before James showed up. He could never know. Would never know. I hurriedly scrawled down a few words. The creak of the front door opening made me toss the journal on my desk. I wasn't ready for this conversation. I knew I would break.