Non-fiction

I threw my phone onto my nightstand, at least I thought I did, as I heard it vibrating against the floor.

“Oh my god! Jared leave me alone”, I said out loud.

It’s been two weeks since our breakup and he won’t stop. He isolated me from the world in every way he could think of. Then decided to leave me when he finally siphoned all that he could from me. The aftermath is this version of myself, so mentally, emotionally and physically drained.

Despite this breakup being long overdue, it’s still a shock to my system.

I throw the blanket off of me and slowly edge off the bed. Although my first instinct was to kick my phone out of my way, I bent down and grabbed it.

Ready to rip my hair out, I sat down at my desk and pulled my laptop out of the drawer. I couldn’t help but to feel hate for him, as I opened it and realize the screen was cracked.

“You’re broken just like me”, I said to my laptop.

I held the button in, hoping I could use this. Surprisingly, I could make this work. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the laptop. All of the cracks embedded into the glass, eerily stretched along the area of my face’s reflection. Tears slowly fell from my eyes as if they were leaky faucets, unable to stop.

Without thinking I grabbed my phone and blocked Jared’s number and anyone’s number associated with him.

Unrelenting grief, tightly has a hold on me.

For those late nights and the words that never came to be.