ASSIGNMENT 2

 It was a day I will never forget. The day my world collapsed down to my feet.

The day started like any other, not very well. I was angry and frustrated, even worse by usual because of the lack of sleep I got the night before. Nothing went to plan; I dropped my favourite mug to our marble floor and it shattered to a million pieces, my dog ran away because I had left the door open while taking out the trash, I even lost my charger and had to go with no battery on my phone. It was like a huge domino effect had fallen over my life, and did not plan on stopping. 

After a while of everything falling apart, I did too. I screamed into my empty house at the top of my lungs for as long as I could, and collapsed to the floor. ''I might as well ruin everything now, why would it matter?'' I thought to myself as I picked myself up and walked to the kitchen. I got to the fridge and looked at the empty shelves. I don't even know how long I've been at home, but I sure knew that nothing in there was edible anymore. I turned around and faced the cabinets. A cookie jar caught my eye and I took a cookie out of it. I stared at it for a long time, measuring and thinking to myself. ''How could one cookie hurt?''. I took a bite out of it, just to find another domino piece falling on me.

I spat the cookie out of my mouth and ran to the bathroom on my right. I felt like throwing up, it was the cherry on top. The cookies as well as everything else were not as edible as they seemed. God I wish I had noticed the maggots inside before taking a bite, they seemed to have gotten quite comfortable on the inside. I didn't even know how to react anymore to anything happening, I just sat and stared at the walls quiet. I slowly drifted away into my thoughts in peace, until a loud noise woke me up from my daydreaming.

The noise was a loud knocking, coming from the front door. When I finally realised that someone is probably trying to get a hold of me, I quickly stood up. I walked slowly towards the door and looked out of the hall window; it was him. The last person I wanted to see right now. You know, it had been a few months since the breakup, but this was the first time I had to see his face since. I prayed he would stop knocking and give up but on top of that he started yelling. ''I know you're in there, I have Pluto!''. My heart was filled with joy and I opened the door, not minding who was standing right behind it. My dog in the flesh, ran straight into my house, giving me hope for the rest of the day. ''Thank you'' I said quietly, looking at the ground. ''I would have called but your phone is off''. I had completely forgotten about the fact that I was isolated completely even from my socials. I slowly nodded and started closing the door on him. ''Hey wait, I wanna talk to you! Can I have my stuff ba-'' he yelled behind me but I couldn't stay. I slammed the door right in his face, and held it closed like the mechanic parts inside didn't do it already. 

After a while he did leave, and what just happened hit me like a brick to the face. I didn't even know the person who stood in front of me. All I knew was that he had taken a job at a construction site, and quit on his school work. That was it, I had begged my friends that they wouldn't tell me anything about his life. It hurt to know that he was so okay, so well that he could just take up new things and live his life. As I thought about his face and everything that's happened, I didn't even notice the hours going by. All of the sudden it was late and clear to me that I had important plans for the evening.

The thing is, because I hadn't seen him since our split, I couldn't have given him his things back. They were in a neat box under my bed, waiting for the day to come so they could return to their loyal owner. And that day was now. Before I could even start to overthink more than I already had, I grabbed the box from underneath my bed, put my shoes on and went out my door for the first time in weeks. I made a plan; I would go to his house, put the box on their porch and ring the doorbell. And, well, run after that. It was really cold outside as I made my way to his house. As I finally got to their mailbox I took a deep breath and a step forward. I didn't get any further, because at that moment I saw them.

I didn't recognise on the first look who they were, but then everything cleared up. He was sitting in a swing in their backyard, OUR swing, with another girl. Yes, he could move on and I didn't care about that, but the fact that it was my best friend sitting with him made my heart fall out of my chest. I turned around and I ran until my lungs couldn't keep up anymore. In the freezing wind the way back home felt like 10 miles. Even after I got to my yard, I didn't let myself rest. If he could bury me deep into his memories and act like nothing's happened, so could I. I knew exactly what to do now. I took my shovel from the garage and just started digging a hole in the middle of my lawn. It was ugly and ruined a spot but it was my way out. I threw his box inside and said finally felt like I could get out of his claws, holding onto my life. I literally started to smile a little as I saw his jersey get covered in mud.

I feel like that day was a turning point on my whole life. He was gone. And I was good without him. The days got more colourful and brighter as the weeks went by. I felt a wave of new energy coming over me, and I loved it. I got back up, with a little help from Pluto being around. I rewarder him by giving him more walks, more treats and even throwing a ball to him in my yard. The spot was still on my lawn, but all I thought and laughed about was me literally running and jumping on top of our past. I thought he would be the end of me, but man was I wrong.

The years went by and he was left in the furthest memories. Even the spot started to grown grass again. He still lived around the block, but thankfully I never went that way. After my family returned home from their trip, I was happier than ever. The house wasn't empty, hollow and quiet anymore. And neither was my heart. My little sister grew up from playing with dolls and started hanging out with the other kids on the block. She would tell me stories about a boy who lived in a big white house with a swing in the front yard. Eventually the boy would even find his way over to our front lawn, to play over his older brothers buried youth. I knew he had told his brother about who his was with every day, and in a way I wish he remembered what happened, and of course me. Even if he didn't, at least I got to know from afar the other him. I recognized him in many ways to be the same family with the little brother. The way they both said ''thank you'' after everything, cleaned up their own dishes and even loved to draw. Their gift was in their blood apparently. It was like I was seeing the good parts of him living a new life, and the bad ones had been cut off. The hatred had turned into peace within my heart.

The worst day of my life ended up saving it.