Breaking up and Tears //Oneshot
Feb 2, 2014 15:09:56 GMT -5
Post by * on Feb 2, 2014 15:09:56 GMT -5
Frightening to be alone. That's the conclusion that I have come up with. The moment that I told Matthew that he had won, he gained his old life back. He don't have to worry about some girl to decide whether or not he's worth it. He don't have to worry about me, as if he did anyways, cause he would have come after me, right? Yet, he didn't. He never cared about me. by the time I'm three streets away from where I took off running from, the snow is nothing but a heavy rain over my body. I can barely see where I'm going cause every time I try to look, I get pelted in my face by a flood of frozen white flakes. I walk feverishly though. I never stop. My only destination is to get home, and I would have been home sooner, had I been let off where I had asked to have been. Now, it's going to be another ten more minutes to the fifteen I was going to have to endure. I hug my arms to my body to ward away the chill, but the first ten is almost the worst. I'm completely numb from my nose to my feet. So much for common sense. I should have at least called for Jeran first before leaving, but I couldn't stay around Matthew a second longer. Not when he didn't want me there in the first place.
The tears start to slow down, but I've forbid myself to wipe at them anymore. I just let them stain my cheeks.
The moment I reach the house, I'm completely numb. My legs feel horridly like gel and I've been sniffing for a while despite how I'm feeling. The snow that had landed in my hair, melted, making my hair partially wet and dotted with white. I take two steps up to the porch and stop. I shake my head and begin to cry without stopping now as all I do is collaspe to the steps and bend over completely, burying my head into my knees. I dont' know how long I sit there, but a sound graces my ears after I've stopped crying and I hear the frantic voice of my brother.
"Kyanite? My god... what are you?" He says, falling beside me on the steps, his warm hands pulling my face to look at him. I see the worry in his eyes when he sees my face and I pull my face away and back into the comfort of my tear soaked jeans.
"Leave me alone, Jeran." I tell him weakly. I don't want the comfort of home. I just want to deal with everything out here in the cold cause it's numbing, but it doesn't seem to really settle anything. My brother puts one hand on my back and then I feel him put his hand under my bent knees. I don't fight him though. For the first time in my life, I feel the comfort of having my brother. He's never done this for me before.
"How long have you been out there? Why didn't you come in, Dim girl." He asks and picks me up. I never realized how strong he was before, but now I can. "It don't take a genious to know what happened. Sorry, sis. You should have followed dad's orders. No relationships while your training. Why do you think I've never committed myself to a relationship? You lose focus. You lose you head. Now, you can see what else you lose."
Inside the house, he don't worry about taking me just to the couch, instead, he actually manages the entire trip up the stairs with me and to my room. Somehow, I've managed to start with the tears again, using my arm to cover my face. I hear him laugh a little bit when he lays me on my bed and takes a blanket and covers up my snow covered form. He leaves me alone and from the doorway, he speaks.
"If I knew where he lived, I'd kill him." He states. "I'll go get you something warm to drink, sis. Alright?"
I stare into my blankets and shake my head, but he's nowhere around anymore. It's just me. Alone. A broken girl.
The tears start to slow down, but I've forbid myself to wipe at them anymore. I just let them stain my cheeks.
The moment I reach the house, I'm completely numb. My legs feel horridly like gel and I've been sniffing for a while despite how I'm feeling. The snow that had landed in my hair, melted, making my hair partially wet and dotted with white. I take two steps up to the porch and stop. I shake my head and begin to cry without stopping now as all I do is collaspe to the steps and bend over completely, burying my head into my knees. I dont' know how long I sit there, but a sound graces my ears after I've stopped crying and I hear the frantic voice of my brother.
"Kyanite? My god... what are you?" He says, falling beside me on the steps, his warm hands pulling my face to look at him. I see the worry in his eyes when he sees my face and I pull my face away and back into the comfort of my tear soaked jeans.
"Leave me alone, Jeran." I tell him weakly. I don't want the comfort of home. I just want to deal with everything out here in the cold cause it's numbing, but it doesn't seem to really settle anything. My brother puts one hand on my back and then I feel him put his hand under my bent knees. I don't fight him though. For the first time in my life, I feel the comfort of having my brother. He's never done this for me before.
"How long have you been out there? Why didn't you come in, Dim girl." He asks and picks me up. I never realized how strong he was before, but now I can. "It don't take a genious to know what happened. Sorry, sis. You should have followed dad's orders. No relationships while your training. Why do you think I've never committed myself to a relationship? You lose focus. You lose you head. Now, you can see what else you lose."
Inside the house, he don't worry about taking me just to the couch, instead, he actually manages the entire trip up the stairs with me and to my room. Somehow, I've managed to start with the tears again, using my arm to cover my face. I hear him laugh a little bit when he lays me on my bed and takes a blanket and covers up my snow covered form. He leaves me alone and from the doorway, he speaks.
"If I knew where he lived, I'd kill him." He states. "I'll go get you something warm to drink, sis. Alright?"
I stare into my blankets and shake my head, but he's nowhere around anymore. It's just me. Alone. A broken girl.
