"I HATE YOU!!" 
That was the last thing I heard before the door slammed for what would be the last time. She left. She's gone. I was alone. I didn't want to be but I was. For the first time ever I was happy. Twelve long years with her. We met when I was fourteen, I was young and dumb and couldn't see past her fake smile and I let myself get close to her. That was the biggest mistake I made. I was stuck. She was my so-called best friend then she was my girlfriend. I couldn't get out. I didn't know what I got into. She pushed me around and told me... Nevermind that. But she was finally gone! I was free! 
                                                                                 *eight years later*