Unwanted

Well open up your mind and see like me

Open up your heart and damn you're free

Listen to your heart and you'll find,

Love love love love

Jane stared out her bedroom window, blurred from the raindrop races that were fuelled by the thunderstorm above. She turned up the volume and forced the music pounding in attempt to block out the booming echoes. It had been a rainy day when he had broken up with her. She remembered clearly.

"Janey!" he called from across the carpark. I turned around, despite the splatters of rain dampening my old T-shirt. I ran to him as he held an umbrella over me, sheltering me in his arms. I felt safe. "Let's take a walk," he suggested and I followed him.

"Jane, honey. I don't think I can take it anymore. I'm not happy. I don't feel like I used to. I just don't feel the love between us anymore. I tried really hard to be like I used to be. I tried to give you everything you wanted but that isn't me. I don't want this anymore. Janey, I don't love you anymore." I was deathly silent. Could this be? The sweetest boy, my man, didn't love me anymore? When had he turned into this? When did he become selfish? How many stupid times has he said 'I'? "Baby, say something."

"I'm not your baby." I replied, my tone cold like the tombstones in the graveyard. I paused, thinking. "What did I do wrong Kevin? What did I do?" I looked into his bronze eyes, already darkened by someone else's love.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. It was the only thing he could manage before he turned and left me standing in the pouring rain. The tears of Heaven cried my tears, wetting my hair and soaking me through. I didn't care. My heart had shattered and nothing could heal it. Nothing could heal a gaping wound, left to bleed.

As if the lyrics provided Jane with any comfort. None at all. How could she open her heart again when it had been torn through the middle? How could she be free from the shards of her shattered heart when she was reminded every day that he used to love her? How could she listen to her heart when the last time, it led her to heartbreak? Love love love love love. Why does the whole world seem to revolve around love? Everyone at school was looking for it. Girls backstabbed each other to make sure they were the ones who got the cutest guy. Boys became players and flew from girl to girl, heartlessly dumping them when they got bored.

That's what Kevin had done to her. And look at her now, a broken clock that nobody wants. Nobody wants a broken girl. Nobody does.