1 01 -torn-

  "How could you?"

   "How could I?"

   The words of my past haunted me. The feeling of his lips. The feeling of feeling. The feeling of love. The feeling of being worth something. How clueless I was. How happy I was. All ruined, because of her.

   I scoffed in disgust. Her, Savannah. The goody good. The good girl. The perfect girl. The girl all the boys wanted. And the girl that all the girls wanted to be, including me, until I found out the truth.

   I rolled over. Him, his brown hair. His perfect eyes. The boy that got wedding proposals every day. The boy all the boys wanted to be. The boy all the girls wanted. But, he didn't want any of them but one. Me, he wanted me. Until her...

   I pulled and pulled at my hair. The feeling of pain. It was complete and utter bliss.

  The cheap motel bed creaked as I rolled across it, ripping all of my hair out. The sounds of my screaming. The fresh pain. It was absolute bliss.

  There was a knock at the door. "Miss, you ok?" It was a mans voice.

   I got off the cheap motel bed and was over in front of the mirror in seconds. My eyes scanned my scalp, there was no hair on it. I watched in mere disgust as a spotted it starting to grow back. In seconds my hair was all the way back down to my hips.

  "Ma'am," an urgent voice on the other side off the door said.

   I walked over to the door. The white door, the door that the man banged on as he screamed ma'am. I heard him call for help. Saying that something has happened. I heard the beeping of a 911 call, the keys that jingled from the person at the front desk. They all wanted to help me. It was either that or they wanted to make sure this run down motel still had a good name.

  I watched as the key hole clicked and the door started to open. But I was gone way before they could see me.