Walking Alone, chapter 6
"I can't take this town," She said between sobs. I stood near her, paralyzed with shock. I felt numb and useless. All hope was lost. I couldn't even say anything. Though it was 80 degrees out, I started shivering.
"I'm leaving you and Jimmy tonight." She paused and her voice softened. "I'm sorry." I literally felt my heart being shattered into pieces. I knew I should have seen this coming.
"I... I love you... " I whispered. It was my pathetic attempt at winning her back, though I knew it was pointless.
"You just don't get it. You're always high or doing God-knows-what with Jimmy. You're being someone you're not." She yelled. The tears came pouring out of her eyes, and this time she didn't try and wipe them away. I stared into her hazel brown eyes. Her usually straight hair was now wavy and messy. It randomly occurred to me that maybe her straight hair wasn't natural...
"I'm sick of living like this. I'm sick of this city." She began to back up, away from me, as if I were some sort of wild animal. I felt my body growing limp, as I stood there dumbly, thinking she might suddenly change her mind. "Please... " I whispered.
"I'm... I'm sorry... look, I don't even know your real name!" Before she turned her back and walked off into the night, she whispered, "I'm sorry" once more.
I deserved it, I thought. I stood there for what was probably hours, waiting, for something. Anything. Thinking someone or something could come and take me out of my misery, take me away from this hell-hole at the end of the world. A soft rain began to pour, and after an hour or so it became a heavy downpour. Raindrops hit my back like a thousand nails puncturing my skin.
"The name's Billie Joe," I whispered.
"I'm leaving you and Jimmy tonight." She paused and her voice softened. "I'm sorry." I literally felt my heart being shattered into pieces. I knew I should have seen this coming.
"I... I love you... " I whispered. It was my pathetic attempt at winning her back, though I knew it was pointless.
"You just don't get it. You're always high or doing God-knows-what with Jimmy. You're being someone you're not." She yelled. The tears came pouring out of her eyes, and this time she didn't try and wipe them away. I stared into her hazel brown eyes. Her usually straight hair was now wavy and messy. It randomly occurred to me that maybe her straight hair wasn't natural...
"I'm sick of living like this. I'm sick of this city." She began to back up, away from me, as if I were some sort of wild animal. I felt my body growing limp, as I stood there dumbly, thinking she might suddenly change her mind. "Please... " I whispered.
"I'm... I'm sorry... look, I don't even know your real name!" Before she turned her back and walked off into the night, she whispered, "I'm sorry" once more.
I deserved it, I thought. I stood there for what was probably hours, waiting, for something. Anything. Thinking someone or something could come and take me out of my misery, take me away from this hell-hole at the end of the world. A soft rain began to pour, and after an hour or so it became a heavy downpour. Raindrops hit my back like a thousand nails puncturing my skin.
"The name's Billie Joe," I whispered.
