Finally getting home, the girl locked herself in her room. She had gotten in late from visiting some friends and going to a party and was now exahusted. She kicked off her shoes and sat down on her bed with a sigh. Soft music played from the stereo in the corner and she let her eyes scan over the dark room. They then glanced at the small picture frame on the night table she had at the foot of her bed, crawling down her bed she grabbed the picture frame and brought it into her lap. Staring at the boy in the picture she felt her guilt bubble up all over again. She blinked and noticed two small circles of water fall onto the glass, realizing that she was crying.
What had she done? Closing her eyes and lifting the picture to her forhead she let out a small sob realizing that what she had done was wrong. Her body hunched over as she cried against the small picture frame. Her trambling hands held the picture of the boy she had grown to love with all her heart. Tears streamed down her face as she recalled the events that went on earlier in the night which made her hate herself even more. A sob tore from her throat as she burried her face in the covers wanting to take back what she had done. She had betrayed everything she swore she would never do, what was even worse is that she betrayed herself. All the feelings that she had locked away but kept in a special place in her heart. She had taken away her last bit of hope for her feeling for him. Even though sometimes she had thought of them as heavy burdens she had never wanted, she had always treasured them.
"Oh god..." she cried clutching the picture frame of the smiling boy "What have I done? God what have I done..."
