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Jar of Hearts (Entry for Kyle Georgie Frydenlund's Music Contest #2)

Short story By: Mentis Cibum
Song lyrics



A short story I wrote for the song Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri for Kyle Georgie Frydenlund's contest. Please, enjoy. :3


Submitted:Jul 12, 2012    Reads: 66    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Jar of Hearts (My Contest Entry)

They warned me about him.

"Stay away from him," they all told me. "He's just a player-he's a heartbreaker."

I laughed, clutching his love note to my chest. Why believe them over him?

And so I went with him.

But that was years ago. It was years ago that I came to my senses. I've moved on to bigger things since then. Now I'm a famous singer, just as I had always hoped and dreamed to be.

As I took my first step off of the plane, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. Home. The first time in several years that I've had the chance to return to this small town in Pennsylvania.

I heard my mother squeal all the way across the terminal, and saw her run-waddle forward with her arms outstretched towards me and an overjoyed, beaming smile on her face.

"Hi, Mom," I greeted as I gave her a hug. "Missed you."

"Oh, I missed you more!" she gushed, squeezing me even more tightly.

"Daddy," I smiled, releasing my mother to give him a hug, too.

"Hey, Princess," he replied.

"All your friends are so excited to see you!" my mother continued. "We've invited them all over; they're waiting at the house now."

"Mo-om," I whined.

"Come on, come on," she said impatiently. "They can't be kept waiting forever, you know."

It was a thirty-minute drive from the airport to our house. The house hadn't changed at all, even though Dad always claimed to be doing renovations on it. There were a few other cars parked at the curb, a tell-tale sign that my friends were indeed here.

I sighed heavily before following my parents into my childhood home.

"Welcome home, Christina!" cheered a chorus of voices.

I pretended to be surprised, knowing that I probably wasn't supposed to know about it. My mother always spilled the beans whenever she got too excited.

And I did feel welcomed, seeing all of my high school friends there with smiling faces. We all greeted one another and tried to get caught up as quickly as possible. Things quickly settled down and became less hectic, and a few of my friends had to leave for work or go home to their kids. Finally I had a chance to take my things up to my room.

It was a lot of work to make it up the stairs, but at last I reached the top. I let out a breath of accomplishment and then readied myself for the trip down the hallway.

"Allow me," said a deep, smooth voice. A thick, strong hand reached past me and grabbed my bag, lifting it effortlessly.

My breath caught in my throat and my heart stopped cold.

"Your room is this way, right?" he asked calmly, walking down the hall.

I stared at him in shock. What was he doing here? How long had he been here? Was he waiting up here all this time?

"Where do you want it?" he called to me.

I came to my senses and rushed after him to my room. I pulled my bag away from him and slammed the door in his face.

For a long moment, everything was silent. My heart beat hard and fast.

Why would he even think to come? Who does he think he is?

Then his voice, muffled through the door that I leaned against. "Christina? Babe?"

Without replying, I shuffled over to my walk-in-closet and went inside to hide. I felt a mixture of sadness and anger towards him.

My notebook and pen were still hidden where I had left them: tucked away in the corner of the closet. I curled up and began to scrawl down words on a blank sheet.

Eventually, I heard his footsteps receding down the hallway. But that wasn't the last time he came. At first, he came and knocked on the door at random times, looking for me. He even asked my friends for my number, but they refused him like the loyal friends they were. Then he called my parents and asked for me. But I had already told them that I did not want to see or speak to him.

I looked down at my notebook clutched to my chest, then raised it to my eyes and read over what I had written on that day.

I know I can't take one more step towards you

'Cause all that's waiting is regret

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?

You've lost the love I loved the most

I've learned to live half-alive

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live half-alive

Now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

Dear, it took so long

Just to feel all right

Remember how to put back

The light in my eyes

I wish I had missed

The first time that we kissed

'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back

Who do you think you are?

Runnin' 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?

Who do you think you are?





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