☆ Chapter One The night was nearing, the cold wind passed silently along the way, the stars were beginning to shine brightly as I walked down the road with tears trickling down my cheeks. It was a beautiful night, no doubt, the fresh summer breeze that once tasted sweet suddenly became bitter. I was drowning in despair and heartbreak. The walk home seemed to be so long, it was like walking from the thirty-fifth floor of a building to the ground floor, or maybe vice versa. I couldn't help but think about what had happened. It was excruciating just thinking about it. Who wouldn't be in pain, who wouldn't be in misery if they had seen their boyfriend or girlfriend whom they love so much cheat with their best friend? If only I never had fallen in love five years ago, if only he didn't say he loved me three years ago... was everything just a lie? Was I being played the whole three amazing years of my life, or so I thought? On the other hand, Jane knew how much I loved him, how much I cared for him, but why? Everything seems so surreal. That's right. This is just a nightmare. I have to wake up. Leanne, you have to wake up and prove that all of this is just a dream. Ha... Stupid, aren't I? Of course this isn't a dream nor a nightmare. I'm not that stupid to mix reality with dreams. But that thought ate me up, it made me hope that everything was just a lie, and that I would wake up and find myself reading David's good morning messages. But that has disappeared, and I was alone once again. I was back to being "lonely Leanne". No one to trust, no one to rely on. Home was a mess, actually it couldn't be called home, my home was my friendship with Jane, but now she had betrayed me, even the guy I called my other half. Our household looked like a normal "family". I have my parents, but they sleep in separate rooms. They never showed it, but my sister and I knew the fact that they were done. They pretend like they still love each other and that every night they go to the same room, but after we're inside of our own rooms, our dad leaves and stays at the guest room. We never spoke about it, it was heartbreaking for us that they had separated but what hurt more is that they are sacrificing their happiness of being free just for us. I sighed as I stared at the door that was made of oak. I was standing in front of the house having second thoughts of whether I'd go in or not. Mum and dad would be acting lovey-dovey in front of me if they see my eyes were puffy and red, and I don't want that, it feels uncomfortable. But there was no other choice. I just hoped that I wouldn't spill everything when I get irritated. I uncomfortably walked towards the door and opened it. "Mum, dad, Lara?" I called out. But no one answered, I repeated calling their names about five times, but nothing. No one was in the house. Lucky. I ran upstairs to my room and shut myself. I threw my bag on the bed and jumped in as I covered my head under the pillow. I was crying nonstop. My pillowcase was drenched in my tears. After I calmed down for a while, I laid down properly, facing the ceiling. "David..." I whispered to myself as I stretched my left arm. I was staring at the ring on my middle finger, it was a promise ring he gave me on our first anniversary when we were in freshman year. I scoffed and took it off and threw it on the trash can, I never thought it would be a perfect shot. I guess where the ring was staying was intentionally a sign that he needed my middle finger to rise up and say FUCK YOU. Was it a coincidence that it couldn't fit on my ring finger? Well, it felt good. I laughed and cried the same time as I thought of it over again. I looked crazy. But I won't let myself hang around his shadow ever again. I smiled heart fully, I stood up from my bed and sat on it. I glanced on my desk, there were loads of pictures of us, and even on my wall. Loads of pictures of David, Jane and I. I couldn't help but think of the past. I felt my heart being squeezed so hard that I couldn't help but break down. Who was I kidding? How can I move on in a blink of an eye? I was messed up. I was impossibly stupid. I crawled into the corner of my room, hugged my knees and my head under my arms. I was sobbing uncontrollably. If only I didn't see them together, then would I still be head over heels for him? Constantly calling him every night, texting him messages saying that I love him? Of course. I would still be the blinded Leanne who almost gave up everything for a boy who doesn't even deserve it. What happened...? We were so happy, we were so perfect for each other. We were... soul mates. --------------- Hiii. Unedited, so it may have a lot of grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes. I hope you like it PLEASE MAKE THE PHOTO WORK
Can someone read my story the story of the past present and future plz? I wanna see if I did a good job
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☆ Chapter Two I opened my eyes slowly like a new born baby, my eyes stung and it felt puffy. The sunlight shone upon me as I stood up from the floor. I couldn't really remember what had happened. Just... just... David and Jane. I felt dizzy and so I closed my red satin curtains and went to bed. It was dim, and I liked it that way. I scanned my room, and laid my eyes on the alarm clock beside my queen beed, it was seven thirty in the morning; the floor covered in grey carpet was full of shredded photographs, letters and murdered stuff toys, there was a kitchen knife and a pair of scissors on my desk. The mug that David had gave me just six months ago with our picture on it was broken, I think I threw it on the wall since the white paint showed something orange from the orange juice inside the mug. My room was a mess, it looked like a huge typhoon just passed by. I sighed and covered myself with my maroon comforter, my bed was soft and comfortable so I always fell asleep fast. But then something vibrated under the pillow, no doubt it was my phone. But why didn't I throw it away when I was not in the state of my mind last night?
The reason why I like these types of stories because there has so much meaning to it, and maybe Sky gave me too much of it. But still, I always enjoy reading this story. Do you know Sky?