Chapter 7
The car honks and I know I've just wasted precious time doing absolutely nothing but remebering someone who has brought me pain. The sound of the gate opening makes me feel a pang of pain in my chest, or is it from the tears still flowing down my cheeks. The sight of the car leaving without me creates a vision in my mind, that's how everyone of them left. Everyone I've ever fallen in love with, every one I've ever given my heart out to. It's always my fault, I wasted time instead of getting ready, I wasn't ready to realise that Aron couldn't love me without getting something in return, I was dumb enough to believe that Asher and his drugs was the way out of escaping the misery I felt over our parents deaths. I was the one who was weak enough to allow Damien keep on using me without being able to speak out. I was the one foolish enough to have a bad boy as a first love. It's always my fault. I'm the one who's the cause of every heartbreak I've been through. I'm the one who's to blame.
The image of myself in the mirror isn't impressive at all. Silky black hair sticking out on every side, small beautiful face making me look feeble and weak, baggy night dress doing nothing to hide my thin waist and shape. Aron told me he'd still love me, even if I were some flabby, wrinkled old lady. We'd laughed so hard at that, and I'd looked into his handsome face, eyes warm as could be, I'd thought yes, he's the one. He's the one good thing that has happened to me for the past five years. He's the one who's could be my happy ending. He's the one who could help me come out of the hole I've been in ever since mum and dads death. He's the one who would end up making me forget all about my sorrow. Turns out I was wrong, as I always am.
I'm done with prepping myself up so I reluctantly grab my bag and head out. She'll be back soon and probably be furious if I'm not already out of the house yet. I don't have enough on me to flag down a taxi, so I decide to walk instead. That will at least save me the trouble of getting to school early and seeing the snotty faces of the girls who hate me because I'm dating the handsome senior. Or was anyways.
The streets are busy with people trying to get something useful done with thier lives. Stores open. Waiters cleaning the whole place up. Some people stopping for a late breakfast. A bell rings indicating a door to some store has probably been opened, and someone is either going or out. I wish my life were that simple.
"Hey girl, are you blind or something?". At first I thought this statement was directed at someone else, surely anyone else but me, but the look of shock on the faces of people beside me, makes me look in the same direction too. Oh shit.