Broken Trust

Camila What do you do when your whole world is collapsing? I wonder. How things could go so wrong? In just a few weeks my whole world collapsed, and now I'm left with nothing. "Come at eight tonight to pick your stuff. Stone" I check the note again. I have no idea why Scott sent it to me, maybe he is willing to talk to me? After everything that was said at the trial and the hate I saw in his eyes I just don't understand, but I want another chance to tell him I'm innocent, that I was framed. I almost don't believe it when I'm granted access to the apartment, it's been a while since I have been here, and the last time I came here I was escorted out by security like a common criminal. Tears come to my eyes, but I move forward, and find the door is not even locked. I walk into a dark apartment, only the city lights through the windows illuminating the space. I go to our room, but it's empty.  "Scott?" I call out, feeling a little nervous. Something is not right.  I hear a noise in the terrace and walk that way, but it's not Scott, it's Sharon who is waiting. "Sharon? What are you doing here?" I believed she was my friend, but after everything that was done and said during the trial I no longer believe that. "I'm here to clean up the lose ends. The whole victim act at the end of the trial won't work. When Scott and I get married, we will be living here, but before I have to clean it from any of your taint." "It was a trap, wasn't it? That guy at your birthday?" it's something that has been bothering me. Why did she lied and said she didn't know him? "Are you just realizing that? You are dumber than I imagined," she laughs at me. "Why? Why would you do something like that to me? What have I ever done you?" I ask, feeling, once again, like the world is falling apart. "You took everything from me! Scott was supposed to be mine!" "And he will be," another familiar voice says from behind me. I turn and see a dark silhouette. I don't have time to react as I'm pushed over the railing. I manage to grab it at the last minute, but I'm slipping.  "Goodbye Camila, rot in hell," Sharon says, and I see her holding one of my flowerpots high in the air, and she lets it fall over my hand, making me lose my grab. As I'm falling down I see a shooting star, most likely the last thing I will ever see, and I wish, I wish I could have known what was going to happen, that I could have been strong enough to stop it from happening.  If I could go back in time, I would fight, I wouldn't just lie down and take it, but it's too late, they win.