Part 5: Starving
By thinkpink
A few seconds ao I had all the hope in the world and now I am worse than before. I need him to know, I need him to hold me and love me despite it. I was so close to telling him. He thought it was her. I wish it was that easy.I quickly pick myself up off the floor, I mutter an apology and race out the back.
I walk back to my car and lay across the back seat. The feeling of bing so close to him has been ripped from me. I felt his breath, I will never forget that. His lips were so soft and full...I tug at my hair in frustration. I need a fix, I can't handle this pain, its too much. I run to a payphone. I punch in the number, it is picked up in two rings. There isn't anymore. THERE ISN'T ANYMORE!!!!
I've had this addiction for almost a year now, what am I gonna do? It was my rock, my shield. It's the only thing that keeps me sane! I start beating on the phone every hit brings me pain. This Pain, I starve for this. Heat rises within me. I tear off my shirt. I start to sweat profusely. I begin to walk away, only to meet the ground. I curl into a ball to try and stop the pain. My body begins to shake. I need someone to hold me. I need him here. I'm starving for him, his smile.
"I know, you've been hurting,
but I have been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there, just helping you out whenever I can"
- "Everybody's Free" by: Quindon Tarver