Love? Hahahaha, I didn't know the meaning anymore. I was lost, mentally. Invisible to the world, searching for the life I longed to live.

Nothing.

"Might as well give up now" I muttered, holding the tears back and tapping my pencil on the table infront of me, even if that was a table, I didn't care, objects didn't exist anymore. The only thing I cared about was the sentence on my computer screen that I had been fixated of for the last half hour...

"I'm sorry Cheyanne, but I can't go on like this, not in your state. I'm sorry but it's over, it's not working out"

Kyle... Why did he choose the worst possible time to do this!? Our relationship of 5 years had been so very strong but he didn't even have the decency to dump me to my face!? It hurt more this way... So much pain. I was tempted to just... Die. But I thought about my family, how much they would miss me, the very little family I had left. No that didn't matter, without Kyle nothing mattered anymore.

I was just SO sure we loved eachother so much, an impossible, unimaginable amount of love, had just been shattered, everywhere, how much I longed for him to hold me... Knowing it was impossible, he couldn't anymore, no.

"HE HAS NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE HIM!!" I screamed, throwing the nearest breakable thing, leaving it shattered on the floor.

"Chey... Is everything alright dear?" I heard my aunt call from downstairs.

I wiped my tears, trying to hide my tears, impossible.

"I'm alright Tess" I muttered, it was obvious I have been crying.

Just then, I heard a bang downstairs, most obviously the door.

"WHERE IS SHE TESS!?" I heard an angry, rough, voice.

A very unfamiliar voice. I pressed my ear to the door, worried.

"What makes you think I would tell you of all people?" She answered back.

"Maybe because i'm her father?! Do you not think I have a right to see her, or am I not allowed to do that also??!"

I froze. This better not be who I thought it was.

"After what you did to her mother, I will never, ever purposely let you gain access to her if it even makes a mark on her!"

I then heard a bang, and my aunties scream. I looked down the staircase, to find my auntie laying on the floor, trapped there because she was being held down by the cabnet.

Next to her was the guilty man, as always, my father.

"Hello, Cheyanne" He grinned and tried to hug me.

"No no no no, Dad" I moaned and pushed my fringe back.

"What now!? CAN'T A MAN SEE HIS DAUGHTER EH!?!" He screamed.

"Well not when they've pushed the cabnet onto the daughters beloved auntie" I replied. I pushed the big cabnet of my auntie as she stood up, struggling to breathe. I envied her so much, she was almost dead already, right where I wanted to be. Dead. Why should I pretend that anyone cares? It's like i'm oblivious to the fact that noone does care, noone.

"Dad... How did you get out of the mental home?" I asked.

"You know..." He stuttered.

"No I don't know..."

"Whatever, but I came here to see my lovely daughter and I shall! I told myself I will SO I SHALL!!!! ANY OBJECTIONS THIS TIME!?!" He shouted, he scared me so much. I walked a step more in front of my auntie, protecting her. If anyone had to be hurt today I would love it to be me, I was going to get hurt anyway, so oh well.

I wanted to die, right there, right then.

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People was a random name, came out of nowhere, just trying to get a message across that I (Cheyanne) basically has noone to confide in, except her auntie, all the people she could trust in her life are dead for some reason or another.

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