I didn't scream at first.
I didn't even cry.
I just walked out of that party, the night air hitting me like fire.
Every step away from them felt heavy, like I was dragging pieces of my heart across the sidewalk.
The city lights blurred around me.
Cars rushed past, music spilling from other parties, laughter echoing in the distance.
And all I could hear was the pounding of my own heartbeat — fast, chaotic, broken.
At home, I collapsed on my bed.
Blankets tangled around me like a cocoon I didn't deserve.
I let the tears fall finally — quiet at first, then faster, hotter, uncontrollable.
I cried for the trust I thought I had.
I cried for the love I gave freely.
I cried for the girl I thought I was.
I remembered the little things.
The first time he held my hand, his thumb brushing mine like he would never let go.
The jokes we laughed at together, the promises we whispered at midnight.
The times my best friend had been my rock — or so I thought.
And then I remembered that night.
The kiss.
The way they looked at each other.
The way I suddenly realized that everything I believed in… was a lie.
A scream wanted to leave my throat, but I swallowed it.
I couldn't even think straight.
I just… felt… broken.
Hours passed.
The tears slowed.
But the burning didn't.
It twisted inside me, raw and sharp.
And then, just as the room grew quiet, I heard it.
A voice in my head.
A spark.
A whisper I couldn't ignore.
They think this is the end.
They think you're done.
No.
Not done.
I sat up.
Blanket falling from my shoulders.
Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling.
The city outside my window twinkled, indifferent.
And something inside me shifted.
It wasn't just sadness anymore.
It wasn't just hurt.
It was… fury.
I thought about all the times I had let people walk over me.
The times I had laughed when I shouldn't have.
The times I had trusted too easily.
No more.
Not tonight.
Not ever again.
I sank to the floor, hugging my knees, letting the tears come back just a little.
Because the fire inside me wasn't polite.
It didn't wait.
It demanded attention.
I clenched my fists.
Breathed in, breathed out.
And finally whispered to myself:
"Tomorrow… everything changes."
There was a knock at the door.
It was my best friend's younger sister.
She didn't know what had happened.
I didn't tell her.
I just smiled.
A small, tight smile.
And said: I'll be fine.
But the truth was, I wasn't fine.
Not yet.
I thought of them again.
The smirk on his face.
The way she had looked at me, knowing she won.
And suddenly, I didn't just want to be fine.
I didn't just want to survive.
I wanted… more.
I wanted them to regret ever touching my life.
I didn't know how yet.
I didn't know when.
But the fire inside me had grown into something bigger than pain.
Something unstoppable.