JANE

I rushed back home, drenched in nothing but the feeling of betrayal caused by him.

'Feelings, feelings, feelings,' I repeated the same word, the word which had haunted me for as long as I could remember.

Why would he hide that from me? I trusted him so much.

I dragged myself into the shower to heal my soul, but my body was as crushed as my heart, unlike before when my heart was numb and protected. I couldn't believe that the shell that concealed me once with numbness was broken into a million pieces, withering apart, with the winds of my feelings.

Overwhelmed with sadness, I wiped my body as if I was cleansing my soul from the blood that my heart poured out after being ripped open. I rubbed and rubbed, scratched my body, so that my scars and wounds would be removed, but due to my unfortunate fate, the harder I tried to wipe away the pain of yesterday, the more I could feel myself bleeding in agony.

Lost and insecure, I dropped myself onto the cold floor that ignited the feeling of loneliness. I ached for warmth and kindness, but the moment was too vain to sew my heart and protect it by reconciling it with my broken shell of numbness.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to swing into the darkness. Sleep overcame me; finally, something would soothe my soul for the night.

Note: This book is not a cliché.

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