Fragile

Twenty-Four

Sydney's POV

Cody had literally dumped me, it just dawned on me. He told me to get out of his life, that surely meant we weren't together anymore. What had happened? I still couldn't believe it. It was quite scary how one second, everything is perfect and you don't think anything can happen to ruin it, but then with a click of a finger, it could flip and come crashing down on you unexpectedly.

That's what life was like. And that's what I was feeling. I had school, and I don't know who I could survive in school without talking to Cody. It would be hard, because his locker is right next to mine, and we have three classes together today too. I have bad luck.

Yeah, although I do want to talk to him, he didn't want me to. And I had to respect his decision, as much as I thoroughly disagreed with it and was against his opinion. But that's what he though, and I couldn't exactly go against him. I loved him. I had to do what he wanted me to.

I was actually dreading school. On my way to school, my stomach was filled with thousands of flapping butterflies all over the place. I swear down, I was sweating too. And it wasn't because of the intense heat. But because of the tension, stress, anxiety.

I walked to my locker, and the very person I wanted to talk to but wanted to avoid at the same time, was there. He was by his locker, getting his books out. I breathed in and out. I did this several times to try and calm myself. It didn't work.

I awkwardly walked over to my locker, and Cody seemed to notice my presence because he turned his head around to look at who was beside him. Our eyes met, but Cody was quick to break our gaze. He wore a plain expression, no emotions, I didn't know what he was feeling. His eyes were just its normal crystal blue colour, no anger, guilt, sadness - nothing like that.

"Cody-" I began, but Cody had shut his locker and walked off.

I sighed. Biting my lip in slightly annoyance, I grabbed my books for class and headed over to my first period classroom. I had Art. Yeah, I had Art with Cody. I know, it's shit. I went inside class and greeted the teacher politely to which she returned with a smile, and I made my way to my normal seat.

Cody was already there, obviously, and he was sitting on the seat which was right next to mine. I shuffled on my seat uncomfortably and the teacher started talking once the last student entered the classroom.

"Right, class." She clapped her hands together to gather our attention. "Today, I want you to create a painting on pain. It could be representation, symbolisation, or it could just show obvious pain. But I want you to be creative and imaginative with this. It can be of what you as a person think what pain really is." She nodded at all of us. "But before you start brainstorming and thinking of ideas or jotting them down, I want you to tell me and the rest of the class as well," she gestured to the students, "What you think pain is." She then looked at all of us, urging us to speak out.

My hand flew up instinctively. Miss Saul beamed at me and nodded for me to say something.

"I think, that even though physical pain hurts a lot, it's emotional pain that is actually the most hurtful. What people say can really get to you. And the smallest of words can break and tear someone apart, and the worst thing is, the person knows it. I think pain is something every human causes to another, whether intentionally or not, and that it will usually be caused by insensitive and judgemental people. Pain, in both physical and emotional ways, leaves marks, scars even. If it's physical, it may leave those marks which stay as a reminder of what happened. If it's emotional, your heart is the one that will have those scars, and those scars will stay permanently and forever, whereas the physical ones usually fade away." I explained, and I was actually quite proud of what I said. Miss was looking at me with a small smile on her face, and the rest of the class were staring at me in.. Awe.