Chapter 1
I tripped and fell, hard, against the pavement of the city park we first and last met at. Instead of falling for the arms of a guy, he never caught me. The wrong guy, that’s worse than falling onto the cold hard ground. Hurts thousands time worse facing someone you gave everything to, expecting for them to do to the same. Falling to the ground, I would expect a scar on my knee or a bruise that lasted a few days before turning it’s light yellow and going away, but falling for the wrong guy cause my heart constant bleeding, because he stabbed a knife and twisted until I couldn’t endure the pain any longer.
It caused me to hurt myself both mentally and physically until eventually felt more disgusted by my own unrecognizable reflection staring back at me in the mirror, rather than what he was doing to me. He didn’t just ruin me, but my life. I gave him free access to hurt me, open arms, open heart, to hurt me in every way possible.
And he did. He hurt me. He wrapped me around his finger and then destroyed me. Perhaps I destroyed myself because of him. I suffered. I cried. I felt hollowed out. I felt broken and lonely. He tore me into tiny pieces day by day from day one, but I didn’t notice. I was blinded with his green-blue-grey eyes. I was just too in love.
It was my mistake; to fall in love at first sight, with the wrong guy.
But maybe this thing we had was a masterpiece, until he tore it all and now it’s a crumbled paper to join the million overflowing my trash can next to my desk on the opposite side of where I lay in my room, lifeless.
