My First Broken Heart

It was the fall of 2016 when my sophomore year of high school began. I recall walking into each of my classes on the first day of school and listening to my teachers provide brief introductions about themselves and the course work that would be taught throughout the year. I particularly recall walking into my Chemistry class and experiencing

Wounded and anxious, I found myself sprinting throughout the disastrous maze of my memories in attempt to retrieve our time together, but the scarlet flames and dismal, black fog of my emotions have sealed and infected them like a virus—washing them in deep hues of gray. Ever since I found out what happened, my own body became so thickly stuffed with sand that I gave up trying to maintain myself; my glassy, red eyes regularly fazed out to focus to see the image of his face while a reel of his voice played like background music as I slinked from place to place. I didn’t know how to feel, so I opted for everything simultaneously; I laughed, bawled, shrieked, grinned, fought, and sat motionless at different times throughout the day in a pitiful attempt to comprehend what happened and what I was supposed to do next. As nails stabbed my limbs forcibly to my bed, and my sleepless, crusted eyes refused to break open, I knew that this day was going to

As the evening fell, the dark blue night rose up across the sky. I laid under the stars in my back yard, as I do every night with my dog Mabel. Mabel was approaching her old ages but she was a great listener. Usually I tell her about my day or fairy tales, tonight I told her about my mom. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was only a baby, she was the most loving person I knew and I miss her everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face.

I can still remember that day... Heart was beating real fast, palms were sweating, stumbling across my words and I honestly felt like the world was coming to an end. Starting over at a new school halfway through the year has got to be every kid’s nightmare. I went from a private to a public school which was the hardest switch of my life.

The beginning of the year wasn’t exactly as I envisioned as an eighth grader. I thought that going to high school would be some life changing experience with new people and more privileges. It turned out that it wasn’t that life changing so much as perspective changing and there was more work, more stress, and privileges tend to come with a price. My first day left me nervous, lost, confused, stressed, overwhelmed, and tired by the end of the day. The first thing I did when I got home that day

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

As I watched my house crumbled into a million pieces, my legs started to quiver to the point where I could no longer stand on my own two feet. Everything… everything I’d ever loved was inside: my diary, my family photos, my childhood memories. I couldn’t take the pain any more so I began to thrash around the frozen, forlorn floor like a fish on a hook. As my pupils rolled back, flashbacks rolled in. The picture of a child lying in bed while her parents read her a bedtime story replayed in my mind. Images of a primary school girl showing her parents the pictures she drew of them, as a family, wouldn’t fade away. All those memories…now gone. Forever.

I managed to survive my first day of being a freshmen with only minor issues. The most embarrassing part of my day claimed my late arrival to nearly every class period. I couldn’t remember where any

In the year twenty fourteen, I never knew in my life that it would be the beginning of a fall in my family. We never knew that a piece of us would be torn away so quickly. Out of all the things that had happened in my life. The most heartbreaking was the moment that my sisters pulse slowly started to decrease. At the time six ten am was the exact moment my heart broke into tiny pieces. I knew there wasn’t any other way to get her back, I knew that it was it. Before the

When I woke up this morning, I was extremely nervous. Among my close friends and family, I

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.

Walking outside the sun beamed down on me, the skin on my shoulders stinging. I knew I should’ve been in pain but at that precise moment I felt empty and emotionless. Once I knew I was calm enough to go back inside I walked inside and went straight to my bedroom. Once I was out of sight from my sister broke down and sobbed. I muffled my cries in my silk covered pillows. The coldness of the pillow relaxed my face.

I remember the very first day, I was very nervous about starting secondary school and trying to find my feet and make some good

Music is one of the most beautiful things in life that no one can take away from you. All you need for music is your mind. You can hum, sing, whistle, or just think about music and it can help your mood or relate to crisis’ in your life. “My Way” by Frank Sinatra relates to my life by helping me find out who I am, enjoying my life my way, and learning how to prepare for my future.