theme 8. short story.

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Rochelle laid on her bed in silence reflecting on her current situation. It was 12:35am on a Saturday morning. She just could not fathom what had happened to her only 8 hours before. Her heart had been torn straight from the center of her body. Essentially, she felt as if her entire internal structure had imploded.
Over and over Rochelle kept repeating the events in her head. Normally, a concept is easy for her to grasp but this one was just too much. There was nothing logical about it, there was nothing to think through. What happened, happened. There is no way to change past events. There is no possible way for her to get him back.
Rochelle couldn’t help but think about the day before. She had been wandering around her neighborhood in Essex, Vermont. From time to time she would grab her sketchbook and find anything beautiful in the area so that the image could forever be burnt into her memory. She appreciated the small, simple things around her. Ancient trees, sunny skies, and even that one old couple that she always finds in the park. They sit silently on the bench overlooking a large pond, always grasping hands, eyes burning with the love and passion of 60 long years. The Liebers, as Rochelle called them, were her unknowing models. Always, she would find them on that bench and she would sketch something new each time. All she wanted was to be like the Liebers; she wanted to fall deeply in love with someone, someone to spend her life with. She believed she had found him.
Rochelle and Alex had been together for three years and they were deeply in love. Alex had even given Rochelle a promise ring. He swore his heart to her, as did she hers to him. While at the park watching the Liebers she began to stare at that beautiful golden band around her finger, deciphering the meaning behind it, dissecting every possible reason as to why she deserved such a gift. Such a meaningful promise.
She was meant to meet up with Alex that night right there in the park after the Liebers were gone. They were to meet right at the bench overlooking the pond. At first Alex seemed fine. He was joking and laughing with Rochelle. It was like any other day. He hugged on her, he kissed her.. He made her feel like she was the most beautiful girl in on the planet; He called her a southern belle. Everything seemed perfect.. Then, Alex changed. He stopped talking and scared Rochelle to death.
“Im Sorry Chell, I just cant do this anymore. I’m so sorry. It just.. Wont work. I cant be tied down like this. I’m 17 years old, I cant worry about the woman I’m going to marry. I can worry about the rest of my life. I need to worry about the present…”
The words spewing from his lips were like 1000 small daggers piercing through her heart at immense speeds. She couldn’t focus on anything all she could think of was why. “Why would he do this. How could he do this. He swore to me, he wanted to marry me. How could he hurt me so.. After everything we’ve been through. He was my comfort. He was my suit of armor. He was my escape. My salvation…”
“Rochelle.. I still love you.. I love you. That can’t just disappear. I just cant be with you. I’m sorry Chellie..”
That was it.. Rochelle broke down. She felt as if a bomb had gone off in her brain, reducing her entire body to nothing but a gelatinous mess on the ground. There was nothing for her to do. She broke down, and he walked away.
Laying there in her bed now at 1:30am Rochelle couldn’t handle it anymore. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She broke down crying endless rivers of tears that sprawled out and enveloped her entire body. It was impossible for her to stop. When ever she would try, the tears would come out even stronger, like whiplash. 2:30, 3:30. The hours flew by like minutes. All Rochelle could do was lay there curled in her bed sobbing like a child who just lost their first pet. Finally at 4:30 with her favorite teddy in hand she drifted off to sleep.
For the next few days all Rochelle could think about was him, and what happened. She could barely function. For days, she was a recluse. She wouldn’t speak and she couldn’t eat. It made her nauseous. To Rochelle her stomach felt as if there were hundreds of needles poking at its lining. The lack of food hurt less than the stabbing pains of the needles..
Back to school. It was such a hellish place. Day in and day out Rochelle had to bear seeing Alex over and over. She tried to speak to him, they swore to be friends. They swore to be close. All he seemed to do was look away. That’s all he seemed to be capable of. It didn’t make any sense . None of it did.



[this isn't done yet! >.< i couldn't figure the rest yet :( ]