Sterek At Last?

Mentally Unstable

Styles

Staring across the room nothing seemed to matter anymore. My whole just went down the drain as if someone had just flushed it all away.

The guy I love, Derek, just broke my heart by doing the unthinkable. I thought he really loved me.

Trying to get up was hard. I could still feel the numb tingle feeling going through my hands and feet making it hard to control them. I stumbled and fell a lot trying to regain my stance. Falling down again I started to cry.

"Why would he do this?"

Mumbling a question I had no answer to I decided to just lay there and clutch my face with hands an curl up in a ball.

I laid there for hours and finally fell asleep after the second hour.

Waking up felt better. I could move my body and actually feel the things around me. I stood up and walked to the mirror.

Pale horrid skin surfaced on the mirror. I could see I looked like a ghost. My clothes were buttoned and unharmed, but my body is the one who suffered from all of this.

A place in my heart tells me it was real and I was actually cheated on, but my head denies it.

A tear streams down my face again and falls off my face and hits the floor. Looking down to were it fell I could see the blood smudges on the ground behind me from where I laid just a minute ago.

I searched my body and just as it was healing and closing up I saw where it came from. It was come from where I had cut.

Knowing something was really wrong with me I did the dumbest thing and called Derek.

He picke up and I heard him shush someone in the back ground.

"Yeah babe."

Derek didn't sound so sure in what he just said to me. Like it hurt him to say it.

I hung up and turned off my phone.

Going to the closet in snooped around and found what I was looking for and grabbed the box beside it. Closing it I headed out the door with my dad's shotgun and bullets.

I'm going to take back what the fuck is mine.