Day 24: Write a scene based off of a song.

Exit Wounds, by The Script

Numbness. That was all I felt. From my cold hands to my pounding head, it was all just numb. Well, numb with a good-sized helping of shock thrown into the mix. I still couldn't comprehend what she had done, even now, months later. Through my blurred vision, I could remember making out the words that exited her mouth, but I didn't hear a single one of them. I couldn't.

In addition to the numbness, there was this overall sense of hurt that was aching everywhere. This was bad. Really bad. Falling in love with her had never been part of my plan. She was just another girl at first. Now, though, I began to search my mind for when I had allowed the love to invade my body. The entry point. It was a bit metaphorical, but whatever. I wanted to find the entry point that had left such a substantial hole when she walked out.

It wasn't just an emotional thing anymore. No, this was worse. I felt like I needed to go to the freaking emergency room right now or whatever. When the words finally hit me and reality set in, that was the moment that I realized it was really over. The exit wounds of love hurt more than being pushed in front of a bus. They were just supposed to be mere feelings, but somehow I had allowed them to escalate to something more. 

I couldn't even fathom how much more love my heart could lose after this, and it honestly felt like I was dying from the exit wounds left behind by her. There would surely be scars after this, though nobody would be able to see them. They would mark the battle of when I finally allowed myself to love, and what had happened as a result.

The exit wounds, though not physical, still felt raw. It was like a million pieces of me were on the floor, shattered and unable to be put back together again. She had really done a number on me. I was damaged goods, anyone with eyes could see that. Who would ever want to be with me? She hadn't. Hell, she was the reason that my mind was in such deep turmoil, and she was the one behind those exit wounds.

I was left with the baggage, while she probably didn't even feel even an ounce of remorse. She wasn't the one who had to turn to pills in order to feel something again. I was the one who had slipped into a deep depression and was living, but without the will. She definitely left a hole when she walked out, and I wasn't recovering from that anytime soon.

It had started out like any other relationship. Boy meets girl. Boy asks girl out. Girl accepts. Girl becomes boy's girlfriend. And then things took a turn for the worst: Boy fell for girl, and fell hard. I had never experienced love before she came along. Emotions weren't really my thing to begin with, but she was just...different and had made me feel something so strong. Love hadn't been what I was aiming for, and as I thought back to it, the entry point truly was a blur. It didn't hit me all at once, but was a more gradual thing--making it worse.

After almost a year of dating, she had just abruptly walked out. She was done. There was barely any explanation, other than the heart-wrenching, "I never loved you, I'm sorry," that she gave me before her departure. Obviously, "heartbroken" didn't even begin to describe what I was feeling. I was dead inside. Dying from the exit wounds of when love had departed. But in reality, the love I had for her had never left--only she had.