Separation Anxiety

I silently watched the clock ticking by, too overwhelmed by the heart breaking news. How could he do this? Of all people. I didn't want to talk to anyone, my phone had a shattered screen from where my fist had released my emotions. Matthew had been ringing me every five minutes for two hours, I guess he knew something was wrong. Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding... Ding. 11 o'clock. I glanced out of the window and noticed the street was dark and grim, matching my mood perfectly. I've never felt so betrayed in my life. I crawled into my wardrobe, as I have done many times before, and cried to myself until I was too exhausted to shed another tear. I opened the wardrobe door and crawled over to my phone, torturing myself by reading the message again, cutting my fingers on the broken screen each time I tapped it. I had to be up in five hours for work, so I rummaged through my draws until I found some sleeping tablets. I took twice the recommended dose because I was in no mood to obey orders. I just wanted to sleep. I crawled beneath my covers and wrapped them tightly around me, like a protective shield, and drifted off into a deep sleep. I faintly heard a voice frantically screaming my name. KATIE?! KATIE! I wasn't sure if it was in my dream or not. I slowly opened my eyes to find a tall dark haired man covering his face with his hands. 'Matt?' I said drearily. 'K..Katie?' Moved his hands to reveal tears pouring from his bright blue eyes. His eyes were fixed on my bedside table. I turned my neck to discover the sleeping tablets all over the floor, I must have knocked them over whilst asleep. I returned my focus to my best friend, just as I was about to say something, he weakly said 'I know what happened, but I didn't think it would have gotten to you this bad' his eyes still fixated on the half empty pot. I don't know why it took me so long, but I finally realised what he was talking about, and all the memories came flooding back to me. 'I didn't try to kill myself, so don't go getting all worked up okay?' A sense of relief rushed through his face, and he finally stopped crying. My mind was only half paying attention, the other half was focused only on the events of last night. Mathew walked over to the bed, knelt down and gave me one of his comforting hugs. It was nice to know someone cared about me, but I felt extremely bad for worrying him so much. 'I'm fine' I reassured him, just upset that's all. I pulled away from the hug and wiped the remaining tears from his face. I heard the familiar sound of my phone, so I got out of bed to see who it was. I felt a piercing pain as a shard of glass penetrated my skin, but the pain in my heart was worse when I saw the person who was ringing me, the person who was supposed to be the love of my life.

Sorry I've not posted a story in ages, sorry it's so crap but I'm not full of ideas at the moment, and I have loads of exams and stuff I need to do also so I don't know when I will be posting another =)