Used Up

Chapter 1:

People who hate a tragic love story are people who hate reality.

Courtney sighed and looked at her watch. 2:15 pm.

"Shit," she mumbled "I'm gonna be late for meeting Bridgette."

She took a deep breath and turned on her radio only to hear the beginning of Riot by Three Days Grace. Not being one for punk metal rock she started to change the station but stopped when she heard the first lines of the song.

If you feel

So empty

So used up, so let down

If you feel

So angry

So ripped off, so stepped on

Courtney was taken aback because that was exactly how she felt. She had felt like that for years.

But I'm not one to start a riot. I fall into a depression and attempt to kill myself. Courtney thought bitterly at the memory.

You see, Courtney had her heart broken by nearly every one that she cared for. Her parents practically abandoned her, most of her friends either moved away or betrayed her, and all of her boyfriends cheated on her, broke up with her for no reason, or revealed that they really didn't give a damn about her.

The only people who she was really close to who hadn't broken her heart were her best friends Bridgette and Gwen. They were the ones who stopped her before she killed herself.

It happened a year ago when her last boyfriend left her. He revealed that he only dated her to get into her pants, which he succeeded at, and now he had her virginity which she wanted to give to someone she was in love with. It may seem a bit extreme to try to commit suicide after you got dumped but this wasn't a onetime thing. Heartbreak seemed to follow Courtney wherever she went. Courtney was about to tie her noose when Bridgette and Gwen walked into her apartment and stopped her. Then after a year of therapy her suicidal thoughts stopped but she had still given up on relationships.

Am I that unlovable, She thought that everyone has to leave me?

Courtney tightened her grip on the wheel until her mocha skin turned white. She turned into the Starbucks parking lot and found a spot. After fixing her brown hair in the car mirror she took a deep breath and left her car.

"Cheer up," she mumbled to no one but herself "Bridgette wouldn't want to see you upset."

AN:

Me: So whadaya think? I'm trying to show the side of Courtney we rarely get to see. The more insecure, heartbroken, I-don't-want-to-get-close-to-you-because-you-might-break-my-heart side. I hope you guys like it!

Bridgette: Laura owns nothing.

Gwen: R&R.