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Chapter three

C H A P T E R

                         T H R E E.

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   The sun shone annoyingly through the thick layers of curtains, as they covered the window in Marcy's room. She woke up early only to hear loud noises coming from the living room, probably her parents returning from their fun night a little too late for Marcy's liking. She was sitting up now, on her bed, and staring at everything in her room, as she tried to analyze where she was, or what planet she was on, as her head felt the dizziness from yesterday.

Marcy stood up from her bed and almost stumbled over her red cover, as she shoved it away, but still couldn't be able to get it off, so she made a loud noise of bumping into her shelf of books, as she fell down on the cold floor. Now her father would probably know she was awake, and would suck the happiness out of her like he always did. So Marcy decided to quickly get away from there and go to Cooper's house, who was probably asleep now, but one morning wouldn't be an issue.

Marcy jumped out of her window, climbing down her tree, as she wore some warm clothes, and her bag on her shoulder, and she then ran towards her bike, hopping onto it and cycling to Cooper's house, which wasn't really that far away from hers.

She walked down the alleyway, the path being long due to how slowly she was cycling her bike, trying not to make too much noise. As she went down a little way, where Cooper's bike was, she put it next to his and started climbing to his garage's roof, trying to knock on his bedroom window. She knocked a few times, the window opening and revealing a sleepy Cooper, who had his bed hair disheveled and his face was scrunched up, as he was trying to look at Marcy normally.

"Marc- Marcy? what are you doing here... It's like, 7am in the morning," Cooper whispered and yawned, as he helped Marcy up, a few soft noises of feet connecting with floor were heard, and Cooper went to lay down on his bed again.

"It's my father; he won't stop picking on me," Marcy replied in the same hushed tone, sitting up on Cooper's desk, which was in his greenish room, a few posters of his favorite bands sticking to the walls.

"Hm? Is he fighting with your mother again?," Cooper asked with his eyes closed, as he was laying on the bed and trying to fall back asleep.

"Yeah, the basic shit...," Marcy never really told anything to Cooper about her life at home, she only lied about the fact that her father was just having some arguments with her mother, but everything was so much worse..

Cooper fell asleep after Marcy's last sentence, school would start soon, so they had to have some rest before they went there. Marcy looked inside of her bag, counting books, thinking she left any, but she didn't. After some time, she also fell asleep, but dreamt of it again; it didn't stop hunting her.

And the PTSD was getting worse, she felt shivers down her spine, some cold in rooms where temperature was high enough to warm everyone up.. sometimes she also felt like it was near, like it would corrupt her anytime soon, and she couldn't stand that at all; she just wanted this to be over, but oh boy, will it be over anytime soon?

She woke up sweating to some shuffling noises, as she glanced at Cooper, who had a medical box on his desk, as he tried to get something, until his face turned into a dark expression.