Don’t Step on My Broken Pieces
Based off of:
“ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine & i can hear you & your partner dancing & singing & the bed moving & you two laughing &talking in hushed tones & it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 & then one day it just stops & one day turns into one week & then months & i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.”
@sinfuldreams
It was ridiculous she was still crying. She wasn’t weak...this shouldn’t get to her. But he was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t forget. Myah can feel the cold wall behind her back. Its supporting her weight. Without it she would have fallen over long ago. It’s been months since she’s smiled, or laughed. Most of the time she just feels numb to everything. She was doing good-so fucking good. Until she had returned home from grabbing a few groceries. Until she noticed she missed one of the pictures of him on her wall. Until she charged forward and punched the frame.
Blood is present on her knuckle where her hand had hit the glass. It was a cheap frame and she isn’t surprised her hit had broken the glass protecting the picture. Broken glass lay around her, and the picture was face up on the floor. Staring. Her tear filled eyes were burning a hole in his smiling face in the photograph. She hated him for breaking her. She hated herself for letting him have that much control.
The knocking had been going steady for awhile now. “Go away.” Her voice is weak, and she knows who it is. It’s her neighbour. The one whom has made her personal demise their personal business. Using her hands to push herself off the floor her bare feet pad over the broken glass and she heads to the door. Wearing sweat shorts and a paint shirt-her eyes are red and puffy. She opens the door-just enough as the latch will allow. She hasn’t undone it so the door is only open enough for her to see the other and for them to see her. Her voice is a weak croak when she speaks. “If you’ve come to gloat because you’ve been able to sleep for the past few months I’m really not in the mood.”