Tuesday, May 1, 2012
#11: Moving Mountains: Part 2
*buzzzzzz* *beep* *buzz buzzzzz* *beep*
I sighed as I thought about whether I should turn off my phone or not. His name popped up again for the fifteenth time. I rolled my eyes as my phone started buzzing again. I hit ignore and turned over in my bed, pushing the used tissues aside.
It had only been half an hour or so since I had left his house. I had finally stopped crying and the feelings of saddness had stopped coming and were blocked off. I had to get myself together considering I had to go to the studio soon to record and didn't need the media on my ass (as if they aren't already....literally).
I looked up at my ceiling blankly trying to free my mind just a little, though it is easier said than done. There was a period of silence that I dwelled in until my phone buzzed again. I sighed loudly before finally deciding to answer.
I monotoniously asnwered my phone. "Hey Nic! Imma be there in twenty minutes so be ready." SB's vioce shouted loudly through the phone. I rolled my eyes cracking a small smile. "Kay." "You good? What's up?" He asked sounding a little clearer but still obnoxiously loud. "First, lower your voice, you sound like you're at a fucking zoo. Second, nothing... I will tell you later, just get here." "Sorry." He murmured at me "Iight, I am on my way now. Be ready!" He shouted on the last part before hanging up. I paused to squint a glare before rolling my eyes again and tossing my phone on the other side of my bed.
As I repositioned myself on my bed, getting comfortable, my phone buzzed again. I huffed, absentmindedly answering my phone. "What?!" There was a brief silence from the other end and as I went to question them again. A deep chill binding voice called at me through the phone in question. I let a small shudder pass over me as I squeezed my eyes shut forcing myself to block the emotions building in my throat once again. "Nic?" They repeated at my silence. "Drake." I stated forcingly deadpanned. "Can we PLEASE just talk" he begged in my ear.
"Drake....I'm tired of listening to you. I'm tired of not knowing what I'm suppose to feel about you. I'm tired Drake.... and maybe this is just a sign that we arent meant to be together. We tried. We did try and its just- Drake I cant do it anymore." I felt myself momentairly choke and knew this conversation had to end. "Goodbye, Drake". I hung up the phone and let out a shuddering breath before the tears slipped down my face and sobs broke through, shaking my body as I drenched my pillow curling into my bed, heartbroken.