|
Post by summertrain26 on Mar 27, 2012 15:16:37 GMT -5
The next few days were terrible. Every time I'd try to go somewhere, interviewers would find me and constantly follow me, trying to ask me questions about the break-up. I couldn't get a moment of peace. New issues of teen magazines that I had subscribed to had come, all of which me and Greyson were on the front covers. They were titled in large bold printing, like "Did Greyson and Jesse call it quits?" and "Shocker! Gracie's Gone SplitsVille!". My life felt like a complete mess. I had been invited to the Dreams Come True premiere, which was on Saturday, but I didn't feel like going. Why go and see a movie if your ex is in it? It was Thursday, and yet another foggy, dreary afternoon. I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom, crying. This was what I usually spent most of my time doing, after that piece of my heart went missing. A piece that I had called Greyson Chance. I hated my room now. There were too many things in there that triggered memories. Like my bed, the place where me and Greyson goofed around and laughed, and also where we first kissed. Just then, though I could barely hear it over my loud sobs, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and looked at it. I was Greyson sending me a text. I threw my phone across the room in anger. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore, ok?!" I screamed, even though I know he didn't hear me. The flood of tears started coming back. Would I ever be happy again?
|
|