A Broken Heart

Excerpt from my first book (maybe)
December 2007
A Broken Heart, Chapter 4

She hung up the phone, and quietly began to cry, much like a leaky faucet one tiny tear drop at a time. The burning in her throat, from holding pack the downpour that was about to fall, was leaving a scar inside her throat. She took long, shallow breaths. Her heart raced, as lies and betrayal flowed through her body. No one understood, no one ever would. For a small second, she laughed. Almost trying to laugh away the pain, that someone actually thought this was all in her head, that she was to blame. Blame, guilt, fear, envy, sadness, too far gone and then the dam burst. All of the sudden her eyes were engorged with a bucket of tears, her body shaking as if a earthquake had taken over her body. Thick drops of water ran out of her eyes and bounced off her face like little jumping beans on ridilin. Her face grew giant blood red splotches, as did her chest, thighs and arms. The water evolving from her eye lids, trickled down her nose into her mouth, and she felt as if she was drowning in a bucket of salt water. Her palms sweat, her head swirling from what if's and why's and how could this be. A massive headache, like screws being punched into her optic nerve overcome her, and she suddenly felt light headed. They say you can only feel a broken heart, you can never see what one looks like, the pain you feel is image enough. The weakened and distraught girl tried to stand up, and just seconds before she hit the floor she managed to glance in the mirror at herself; " so this is what a broken heart looks like", she said. And then she fell unconscious on the floor.