Firework

Prologue

The pain she felt was unbearable.

She lay awake, gazing at her bedroom ceiling, eyes glistening with watery tears. She blinked. A single droplet slid down the bridge of her nose. Only to be replaced with new ones, burning in her tender, bloodshot eyes.

God, the pain was unbearable.

She never knew it was possible to feel so physically incapable of moving. Blinking. Thinking. Breathing and living.

Her heart beat rapidly and unevenly. It pounded against her chest. Sweat glistened on her brow. Blood coursed quickly through her veins.

"No," she whispered. "No."

She hoisted herself up, eyes fierce with both love and sadness. She hated that boy. She hated him so much.

You can't make me cry. You can't do it. I hate you.

She felt her resolve strengthen, if only slightly, and wiped a few tears away. She glanced at the backs of her hands, wet with tears and grimy with mascara.

I despise you. I loathe you. I hate you with all my heart.

She took a deep breath, and felt strong. Capable.

But when she let it all out, she felt like a deflated balloon. Empty and lifeless.

"No I don't," she sighed to herself. "I don't. I can't. I-"

She let herself collapse backwards onto her bed. Lying on her back, gazing at her bedroom ceiling, the tears came again. She let out a sob.

Her name was Lana. And she was in love.

Rune, her unrequited lover, had broken her heart in the worst possible way.

He left her. In so many ways.

And he did not love Lana.

Not Lana.

Not Lana, the girl with the biggest heart.

Not Lana, the girl with the broken heart.

New, plump tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She buried her face in her pillow.

Lana came from a privileged yet broken home. On the outside, she had the perfect family. A father and a mother with a successful company, and two older sisters at prestigious universities. Lana herself was a straight-A student. Her family lived in a beautiful mansion in a wealthy community. On the outside, she had little to complain about.

But inside the walls of her large, gorgeous home, there was fighting and violence. Alcoholism. Fear and hatred. Lots and lots of fear and hatred.

Lana was not stupid. She was actually rather bright. She had always been told that she was considerably gifted for her age.

But then how could she have let herself fall for Rune?

How could she have let him break her heart into hundreds of millions of tiny, shattered pieces?

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Hi! Quick note :) This is the first little section/chapter of my story. It's a little rough bc I haven't written in a while (it's summer break for me atm) but it was fun to write so I hope you enjoy! First real chapter is out now <3 {8/4/18}