Part 2:
I sighed out loud for probably the fiftieth time today. This wasn't my day, although I've been trying so hard to be in a good mood since it's the last day of this year. It's just that nothing had been going to plan today and it wasn't even noon.
"Tilda, it's lunchtime," my mum called out for me. "I'm not hungry," I yelled back, I barely have been. It's been two weeks since I broke up with Ivy and those two weeks were one of the hardest of my entire life. It's like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and I was left to die alone with this sorrow and feeling of emptiness in my chest, yet I keep living, waking up again every morning to find myself trapped in the same reality.
The reality in which my ex-girlfriend cheated on me.
"Tilda, you need to eat. Please, will you come downstairs?" My mum tried to convince me to eat again. That's all she's been doing in the last few days; trying to convince me to live more and take good care of myself. This had been difficult for both of us.
"Okay, I'll be down in a second," I answered, reluctantly. I really wanted to try and be in a better mood for her, it just felt impossible at this moment in time.
When I walked through the door into the dining room my mum shot me a happy smile while my brother just rolled his eyes, "Guess who finally decided to grace us with their presence, the drama queen herself." "Shut up, Matthew,"
I mumbled, not in the mood to stand up to him right now. My brother is a dick almost all of the time now. We used to be inseparable as children, at least until I one night trusted him and told him I liked girls, that changed everything.
"Why so rude, lesbian?" He asked, continuing to bother me. "Can you just leave me alone?" I asked, trying to remain calm. Yet he opened his mouth again, "No wonder she left you when you're always so moody. Glad she got herself a hot guy and finally dropped my grumpy sister."
I stood still, and my jaw dropped in shock. "You are such a dick, you know that?" And with that I turned around and left to run up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door in the process. Immediately the dam broke and the tears were sliding down my cheeks, my chest heaving with uncontrollable sobs. I put my hand on my aching chest, sliding down onto the floor. It felt like I couldn't breathe.
I just wanted to disappear.
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I don't know for how long I sat on the ground but my tears had already dried and formed into faint stains on my cheeks, which were now a reminder of what went down, as I looked into the mirror.
I might as well re-do all of my make-up now that part of it is already ruined. While letting out yet another sigh I sat down at my vanity and got ready once again for tonight.
When my make-up was done, I kept my black long-sleeve shirt on but changed my sweatpants for a sparkly silver skirt. Lastly, I slipped on my black Converse before grabbing my clutch with everything I would need for tonight. I was determined to end the year with a bang and good memories with my friends, not whatever happened today or in the last few weeks.
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Arriving at Kaya's house I felt incredibly nervous. I hadn't seen my friends since, well, the last party we attended together, the one where Ivy kissed Cam.
I quickly shook my head to get rid of the unpleasant images crowding my mind. Kaya had assured me that Ivy wouldn't be here tonight, and neither would Julie. They were celebrating together with their extended family.
I slowly made my way toward the house, not feeling the need to rush into the crowded and loud space I knew awaited me behind the front door.
Although I had mentally prepared for this evening, I quickly disappeared into a bathroom upon my arrival inside to calm down before I would show my face in public again after two weeks. I felt bad about missing school but it had felt too difficult to even get out of bed, which made it impossible to carry myself to school.
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