Why does this always happen? I mean my life isn't some happily ever after but why is it the people I love and care for always tend to push me away.
I wipe away the fallen tears as I look into the bathroom mirror. "I hate you" I say to my reflection before slamming my hand into it.
I'm not usually an angry or violent person so as my hand fills with bloody shards I slump to the floor and cry.
I'm rejected yet again.
Unloved once more.
But I still remain unbroken, no one can break me. He might have torn my heart to bits but I am not broken. Yet.
I can sense his presence nearing, I shoot up and wipe the tears away once more and run out the door and right past him- he's confused -I run down the stairs, I need to find my beta.