The Broken Heart Chronicles

She broke my heart, and I hate her. I hate her so much...I have to hate her...right?....Yet...

She left me for another. Thankfully we go to different schools, have different friends and different likes in life so that we don't run into each other. This way I can avoid her without looking like I am really avoiding her. I hate her. Hell I even imagine killing her for all the heartache and pain she is putting me through right now.

I ran my hand through my mass of off colored curls. I don't dye my hair, that's not the reason my curls are off colored. I am a natural blonde, that right in this day and age I am a natural blonde, and like many natural blondes my hair is growing darker as I age. But every summer my hair get streaks of pale blonde and reddish blonde in it. That and when the sun hits it there is a lot of red, blond and soft brown in it. My friend once laughed at it and said that my hair was a rustic gold color that tempted definition but always alluded it. Whatever that means.

I know, I tend to go off on something I was just talking or thinking about so let me go back to my original thought and let me explain something to you. I have had this girlfriend, that's right I am gay and I will get into that later, for a year and either months. She is not the first girl I was attracted to, but she was my first official girlfriend. But in the span of those months, she lied and cheated on me. She dumped me for another girl before and she is doing it again. I hate her for it...yet everytime she wronged me in way no person should be wronged...I still took her back. Not because I lack the ability to get another girlfriend or lack the looks. It's because...I love her. Pathetic as that is. I love her. I hate her right now with a passion and a fire that I feel when I make love to her. Contradictive? Oh god yes. I've been cheated on before. I've been lied to before. And each time I kicked that person to the curb. Then why did not I do that with her?

Well now it is my time to move on. While she and I are apart I need to take this opprotunity to get over her. And like my friends have told me, I need to find someone new. Someone...that is everything I wanted Cara to be. And...I think I found it. I really do... She is...god well...I thinkI should get on with telling the story. That way you know and understand where I am coming from.

Welcome to my Broken Heart Chronicles.

Chapter One: The Broken Heart Yearns.

I sit in class, listening to my professor talk on and on about how Cuba was never given a chance to really implement socialism because of... blah blah blah. I rolled my eyes and looked out the rain covered window. I wished I was out there, letting the rain cover up the tears that yearned to be let out from my heart. I sighed and looked back at the professor then at the clock. 5 more minutes and I would be free to head off the P.E.

P.E let me get out my aggression and hate that seemed to come from the shattered pieces of my heart. The bell run and I was the first to spring from my chair. I ran out of class, ignoring my friend's calling out to me. I did not want to answer they questions of if I was ok or not. Of course I wasn't ok. The one person I love, not the first person I loved mind you, but the one person I fell in love with completely shattered my heart. What person would be ok after that? No one. I threw my stuff down in front of my class before I systematically undid my lock. I yanked it roughly, enjoying using my strength to cause something to open up to me. I yanked off my shirt.

"You know, if you yanked that lock any harder it will break off." A strangely deep voice said from behind me. I whirled around, about to give the boy I thought was there a tongue lashing only to find myself staring at a girl dressed in her P.E clothes. I frowned before I shrugged, turning back around to pull my shirt on.

"If I break it, then it will just prove how strong I am." I said in a casual tone.

"Imagining it to be someone who hurt you?" Her voice seemed to have a knowing tone to it. I stiffened a moment before I shook my head, not wanting to think about what she was talking about. I don't want to think of her. Not going to.

"No...Well I will see you out on the basket ball court." I said as I slammed my locker closed and headed off, not looking at her again. I did not even catch a good look at the girl. I just did not want to think right now. I did not want to deal with anything.

P.E, guess what we did for the entire period? Played dodgeball! Fuck yeah. I owned that fucking game! I hit people, hard with the rubber balls, thinking about Cara. Thinking about all the pain that bitch put me through. I was sweaty and gross but thankfully, P.E was my last period. Means I can shower. I waited till all the girls were gone before I stripped, pulled out a towel I kept in my locker and walked to the shower stall. I turned that water on hot. I wanted to feel the water scald my skin because if I felt the pain of the burn it would let me know I was still alive.

I walked under the spray once it was scalding hot. I let out a short cry of pain before I closed my eyes and gripped the sides of the stall. Yes, this is what I wanted. I wanted to feel pain so that I knew I was still living, even if I was dying on the inside. I felt the burn slowly dissipate as the water changed from burning hot to warm. I frowned and looked up to see what changed the water temperature. I saw nothing. I looked around and saw no one. I frowned deeper before I began to clean myself, confused as to what changed the temperature. I finished a couple minutes later and turned off the water, wringing out my hair as I walked to the bench. I let my hands slid from my hair to fall into my lap. I could feel tears falling from my eyes onto my hands. I curled in on myself as I sat there, trying to hold back my tears. They just kept coming. I just kept crying and it wouldn't stop.

I felt a hands on my nude back before they slid across my shoulders, down my arms to pick me up and set me in a lap. I did not care at this point. I turned into the person, wrapping my arms around them as I cried. I did not care that I was naked. I did not care that I did not know the person. I just did not care.

I was so depressed and shaky that I did not notice that the person was removing my towel and drying my hair off with a gentleness I have never experienced before. Eventually the tears stopped and I pulled back, sitting more fully on the lap of the person.

Through the blur of tears, I took in the person who was helping me. I could tell immediately that it was a girl. Her hair was short and spiked in all different directions, yet that...did not take away from her feminine features. Her eyes were a soft hazel color...more green then brown. I blinked, trying to get my tears to go away. I felt her hand touch my face and her thumb brush my tears away. I whimpered and nuzzled her hand. Her gentleness was making me feel better. I could hear her laugh a little as she drug her hand from my face into my hair.

"Feel better?" I couldn't help but nod. Her voice...she was the girl from before. She looked at me, as if she was thinking of something really important.

"Did burning yourself help you any? Because from here it just looks like you turned your white skin pink for the day." There was a slight... disappointment in her tone, which caused me to look down. I noticed two things. One: she was right, my skin was a night pink color and two...I was naked! I blushed and looked up before looking for my towel. A chuckle drew me from my search. I turned to glare at her only to see her holding up her large jacket for me. I muttered a thank you as I pulled it on and zipped it up. I could have easily ran off to go put my clothes on... but I did not want to leave the comfort she offered. I shifted and laid against her.

"Thank you so much... I kind of need this. I'm Isabella. Not like the twilight character bitch...I prefer to go by Bells. Call me bella and I will make those vampires and werewolves look like bats and puppies." I growled softly, hoping she wouldn't be put off by my little speech. Instead of being put off...I got a kiss across my cheek.

"Very well Bells. I will keep that tiger in her cage." She said as she hugged me to her. I blinked a couple of time before I just...closed my eyes. Yes...we just met...yes...we barely know one another...but she's here.....she cares and... she makes me feel better....what more do I have to know?