When I look in the mirror, I see a heartbroken girl staring right back at me. A girl with teary filled eyes broken, depressed and lifeless staring at me. I tried to hide away but the girl is still there, staring right back at me. As if she can pierce through my heart and know what I am feeling. After awhile of crying, I started to think back on the event that took place before I step into the toilet.
Why did she do this to me? I trusted her! I thought she did not like him! Why does the world hate me? I screamed at the mirror.
No one replied. Being annoyed and disappointed with the results, tears threaten to fall once again but I hold it back. Not wanting to see my emotions overflowing as I look at the mirror blankly.
How am I going to face her again? I do not want to feel the same emotions again! I thought. But after awhile of hesitation, I make up my mind. There is no point running away, I have to face reality. I gave myself a little pep talk to get ready for the worst outcome that might occur. Than I took a deep breath and open the toilet door and stepped out. I slowly walked to my friend, head hanging low. As I approached my friend and the table that she is sitting at, my heartbeat increased in speed.
This is just part 1 of the story. There will be a part 2.
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