• I couldn't believe it...he'd left me broken, meanwhile allowing emptiness to seep in though the cracks he had inflicted upon my heart. I had never been so hurt before...had he been using me? Was he lying then, or is he lying now? Just yesterday we had been kissing in the backseat of my mom's car, and today he decided that he didn't like me? I can see why he wouldn't...I'm only 5' 1", I have tons of acne, and scratch at scars and scabs as though I were cutting myself. I'm 13, he's 14, he's a jock, I'm a geek, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen...I'm just me. He and Rebbecca walked into the room, wondering where I was. "Where is she?" He inquired. I responded with a sufficient glare while Rebbecca pointed out that I was behind a bean-bag chair. Then Rebbecca noticed the blood on my arms, protesting loudly, "Jordan, how many times have I told you not to scratch yourself?!?" "A lot." I responded. Apparently it was time to walk Tyler (him) home, and they wanted me to come with them. Not wanting to disappoint Rebbecca, I grabbed my small brown purse, and pursued them. Because I was so upset, I walked at a faster pace than usual on the way. "Jordan, get back here! I don't want you to get grabbed and raped or whatever!" Rebbecca called after me. Tyler added on (surprisingly without sarcasm), "Because she WOULD be the one to get raped." I snorted, thinking that he couldn't be serious. As soon as we get to his house, Tyler warns, "Be careful guys," he touches Rebbecca's shoulder, "I'd miss you," He touches my shoulder, "I'd miss you too, I think." At this point, I have a mind to punch him, but because he still attracts me like a butterfly to nectar, I don't. As we walk back to her house, Rebbecca asks me, "Why do you pick at your scabs like that?" I reply in a quivering voice, "That's a stupid question. That's like asking an 'EMO' why they cut themselves." Rebbecca states, as though it's the simplest thing in the world, "You have to get over him sometime." I'm getting very upset by now, "What, you think I haven't been TRYING this whole time?!? I've been trying to get over him since the first time he broke up with me! Just like how I've been trying to stop scratching my scars since I was 7! You've got to level with me! I've loved him since the 3rd grade!!!" we continue on in silence, once we get to her house, I go on DSi Flipnotes and watch music videos. Later on, I can't sleep, so I write a note, attach it to the door, and head home.