𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

Intro

She knew the feeling of being hurt so she shed no tears fearing that if one tear dropped even slightly it would cause her to wake up one morning with puffy red eyes.

She couldn't cry.
No she wouldn't cry.

So she stared at the familiar text message she had always gotten, one she was so used to the words broke her down until she finally stopped caring because she knew for he would come back claiming that he needed her.

But how many times would he need her before she finally took a break from the dull aching pain she felt every time this happened would it go on, until she was numb completely lost and brain dead from the world.

No she wouldn't allow it.
She couldn't.

So she stared and stared until her eyes couldn't take it anymore for she felt the burning tears in her eyes lifting her head to make them go away, and they did like they always do all the time.

'We shouldn't hang out Laila doesn't like it' she stared at the white text bubble fingers hovering over the keyboard wondering what to say but she knew either way he wouldn't read it or even look at it he was this way a selfish bastard.

But she loved him.
She loved him.

'Okay' She replied back to this simple message thinking how many more times does it take for me to go numb. Not pondering on her thoughts she got up from her seat in the living room walking past her napping parents being the only living child in the house she always felt so lonely she would go as far as to say cold.

Seeing the full moon out tonight and wondering how beautiful an object you can see but you can't touch or have, that's how it felt with him she couldn't have him and she felt hatred because she couldn't have the one thing she wanted most in the world for the simple fact that he wouldn't spare a single glance her way after he cut ties with her.

He never did.
She hated that.

She ran the tap water from the sink knowing she hated tap water but she felt she needed some pull to reality something to ground her so she took her medication downing it with sink water and grimacing at the taste she always hated.

Walking towards her parents and staring at the couple. Oh how perfect they were and they got stuck with a daughter that wasn't even perfect but a Scared little girl that couldn't control her temper putting on a hard facade so she never let anyone see who she really was.

Broken.
Torn.
Hurt.

Those three words taunted her daily almost as telling her exactly what she is until she has it locked in her brain and she did remember it who could ever forget something like this.

Pulling the blanket over them she walked towards the stairs knowing her medicine made her drowsy like it always did. She always hated her medicine making her feel as if she walking on cloud 9 like an out of body experience making her feel sick to her stomach.

Was she really that fucked up.

Pushing herself to at least get a good look in the mirror as she stared at her self smooth jet black hair, stormy grey eyes, fair skin and a few freckles seeing as they only come out really in the summer.

She knew she was beautiful.
But she couldn't believe it.

Most people thought this girl was intimidating because of how she sat herself the simple way she walked and stared at you if you looked at her the wrong way like staring into your soil most people never took the time to learn her name and just called her the name she loathed "hazard" no she wasn't fond on that name not for any specific reasons but because high school was for her was torture she never got around to making friends only one and that one wouldn't stay friends with her long enough.

She loved him though and it hurt.

So she sighed and stared awake looking out the window of her bedroom to see the beautiful moon.

The one thing she couldn't have.

𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝🖤