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I wandered aimlessly around the clutter, looking for something to break! My emotional frustration could no longer be expressed by smashing or breaking things. I needed to be hugged by someone who should've been there for me when I really needed them. My feelings were taking control of me.

"AHHHHH!!" I let out a scream, which eventually turned into pathetic sobbing. I slipped down the empty hall way's wall.

"WHY ME?" I sobbed, only to be drowned out by the silence. This silence was swallowing me, like if it were slowly devouring me.

As I moved down the corridor, I felt my fingertips tracing around the remark the frames had left on the wall. The hall, which had formerly been adorned with our happy family portraits, was now devoid of them, screamed out in loneliness.

Life is weird in that, when it takes something from you, it does it without asking permission or in smaller amounts. It will take everything from you in a couple of seconds, unconcerned about how helpless you will be.

I entered the room that was once mine and opened the door. My mind was flooded with memories of good times spent in this room in the past. My girls and I are sitting on my bed, discussing about the newest college news. Me, wearing one of my new outfits.

All I could see now were dusty, packed boxes waiting to be removed. A shredded mattress and a damaged bed. A shattered glass reflects the lone source of light, the setting sun. My shattered picture reflected in a shattered mirror.

I wanted help. Friends, relatives, affection, anyone can help. I wanted someone to listen to my agonising screams and convey my pain. But I didn't have anyone. When I needed him the most, he betrayed me.

I went into my parents' room, only to find it in the same state as before.

"Mom. Dad. Please return! Please! I need you to hold me! I require both of you! PLEASE!" I cried while sitting on top of a box, staring at a photograph of my lovely parents.

"I wish you were here with me." I said to myself, tears streaming down my cheeks.

My hands clutched the inside pocket of my shorts and searched for my phone.

I dialled the first number in my contact list. Sapphira.

"Hello! You have reached Sapphira's voicemail. Sorry, I'm not available right now, so send me a message after the BEEP."

I disconnected the phone rather than leave a message.

As I clicked on Hazel's name, I thought to myself, "I'm sure she'll answer."

"Hiya! Hazel here! Sorry, I'm unable to take your call; please leave a message! BEEP"

"Hazel, please! You, at least! Please." I sobbed over the phone. I tried a couple more people but got no response. When I needed them the most, they all turned their backs on me!

I let my phone guide my fingers as I dialled a number that wasn't in my contacts.

I was ready to end the phone call without anticipating an answer when I heard "hello?"

Knowing that a stranger would take my call when I needed my friends or family to listen to me devastated me on the inside. I didn't respond since the sound of a voice in my ear was enough for me to know that someone had answered my call.

"Hello?" He repeated himself. I couldn't stop crying.

"Hello?" He inquired once more.

He disconnected when I didn't respond.

I needed to speak with someone, so I called again. "Hey, whoever it is, I am n-," he said. I cut him off before he had a chance to disconnect.

"Please don't disconnect the phone. Stay. Please." I said, my voice trembling.

"Who are you?" He questioned gently.

"Why? Huh ? Why did he give up on me? When i needed him the most. He decided to leave me all alone."

I said, knowing full well that he had no idea what I was talking about.

"It's all right, love. I'm right here, shhhh." He said in hopes to calm me down.

"Hey, love, I believe you dialled the wrong number." As a matter of fact, he stated. However, I had no idea who I had dialled.

"I'm not sure who I called. Please just speak to me. Please assure me that he will return. Tell me they'll all do it. Please tell me it isn't my fault. Tell me he'll come to get me." I cried.

"It's all right, love. You are welcome to speak with me. You've got me." He tried to soothe me but it wasn't helping. I was well aware that I was alone. I was all alone.

"No I don't ! Everyone i know, dont care about me. They all act like they don't know who I am! They all turned their backs on me! Why?! But why me?" I responded with additional sobbing and cries. I couldn't handle it any longer, receiving encouragement from someone who would forget about the talk within hours filled my mind. I hung up on the phone.

Darkness was engulfing me. I couldn't leave since I was exhausted. I found myself falling asleep without having any dreams, expecting to never wake up. Alternatively, I could wake up to my mother's loving smile, wiping away my tears and convincing me that it was just another nightmare. But I knew deep down that it would never happen.