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Hurt Again
Hurt Again
Friday afternoon I texted him on Snapchat after coming home from a long day of school. Laying cozy on my bed my phone quickly buzzed seeing his notification pop up on the screen. Excited but nervous, I went to see his text. Confused by his message I began typing my response. After a minute I sent my reply to suddenly see a pending. My heart sank in confusion pondering with questions. My body sinking into my bed as the sick familiar gut feeling within me grew. I quickly sat up, not allowing the familiar hurt in me to set in just yet.
With shaking hands I called his phone. He picked up quickly hearing him say “Hello” as if I was a stranger. He quickly hung up once he heard my voice. With my hands still shaking I sent him loads of texts to his phone number to no reply. Heart racing, I tried calling him again this time going straight to voicemail.
Resorting to my last option I texted a friend of his to try and reach him. She eventually responded with a screenshot that once I read, broke me. Attached to it read “I’m sorry”. I weakly laid my phone faced down beside me with watery eyes back down into my bed. My heart finally gave in to the familiar hurt it held back. The questions still ran through my mind with my pillow now wet from the tears. He hurt me once again.
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