Broken Hearts

Chapter Two

Gabriella's POV

My fingers traced his Wildcats jersey. I sat there, staring down at it. I couldn't speak. I wouldn't speak. Tears trickled down my cheeks from my eyelids. The door to his room creaked open. I didn't turn around. My eyes focused onto my T necklace. My fingers fiddled with it. The room was filled with a never-ending silence.

  "Gabriella?"

  I sat still on the bed, my back facing the door. I continued to stare at the jersey. I lay on the bed and held the jersey close to me.

  "It's time to go."

  I slowly sat up and took the jersey with me. I couldn't look my mother in the eyes. I couldn't look anyone in the eyes. She put her arm around me and I didn't hold back the tears. They ran down my cheeks faster than they ever had before. I walked with her, the jersey against my lacy black dress.

  I couldn't speak through the entire thing. I stood there, shaking, crying, and getting comforted by my friends. Everyone else spoke at the funeral. But I just stood there. Everyone hugged me and said they were sorry for me. But none of that helped. When Taylor hugged me and told me it was going to be okay, I stood there, not hugging her back, with watery eyes and a wet face. Everyone tried to help me in the same way and none of it worked. I finally decided I would never get over it.

~The Next Day~

  I dropped out of Stanford. There was no point in going to college. My mom was always working. She was never home. I refused to take my T necklace off. I never would take it off. Never. I stared in the mirror, not saying a word. I hadn't said a word the whole time. Mrs. Bolton said I could keep the jersey. And I did. I stared at myself, not knowing who I was. The minute we got a call from Lucille, the life was sucked out of me. My bubbly personality was gone. My energy was gone. My kindness was gone. And a piece of my heart was missing. I couldn't take it anymore. I banged my head against the wall countless times. Then I punched it. I screamed in pain. It wasn't the pain of my head. It was the pain of my heart. I ran into my room, throwing things and trashing the entire place. Then I slid against the wall and continued to sob, my head in my hands. After that I got up and found a pair of scissors. I chopped off almost all of my hair. It was a mess and I didn't care. I had to take my pain away somehow. Then I threw the scissors across the room. I walked into the kitchen and took out a small knife. I started cutting my arm, still crying as it bled. But it barely worked. I didn't stop thinking about Troy for a second. I threw the knife on the ground in frustration. There was blood everywhere and my room was trashed. I didn't stop crying. I was a mess, a huge mess. A disaster. I lay on the floor, my face pressing against the cold ground. I sobbed and sobbed, gasping for air. And then my fingers traced my growing stomach. I never got the chance to tell Troy.

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