Of love and lies

3

*Freya's POV*

"Now, I will see you tomorrow, goodnight and sweet dreams. He says seductively before hanging up, leaving me to drown in my thoughts.

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I jolt awake in a pool of sweat.

My nightmares have worsened over the months. From all of my classmates whispering to them constantly beating me down.

With teary eyes, I glance at my alarm clock.

3:26 am

great.

I get out of bed walking over to the bathroom sniffling softly.

I promised myself I would stop, but right now I need the physical release. The emotional pain is drowning me. I can barely sleep, and I rarely eat.

I pull out the white box from my drawer. With shaky hands, I open it.

The blades.

They are my only friend at this point. The only thing that has stuck around, never leaving my side.

Sighing, I pull up my sleeve while sitting on the toilet seat. I become so numb I can barely breathe.

The first slice is the crack in the dam. The next breaks it.

Over.

And over.

And over.

I slice my wrists to a point where they are unrecognizable. But I sigh in content, knowing I will feel better. Emotionally, it will be temporary but it's so worth it.

I put the blade back in the box, setting it in it's original place. Turning to go back to bed. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, making the action so much more addictive. I crave for that special release.

Getting back in bed, closing me eyes feeling sleep take me almost instantly.

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Pulling into my parking spot makes reality hit that it's another day of teasing. My shoulders drop and I hang my head down avoiding anyone and everyone. I make sure to pull my hoodie sleeves all the way down so no one sees the fresh cuts.

I arrive earlier than usual, so I scurry to my locker to get my needed books for the beginning of the day. I slam my locker and run to the library to hide away for the next hour, reading in silence. My favourite.

The bell rings signifying homeroom so I run out of the library, speeding through the halls to make it to homeroom on time. Gasping when I see Becka and Adam making out in front of my homeroom. Sadly, they notice me.

"HEY! Freyass whats up?! I've been meaning to ask, how was working with Vincenzo go?" Her high pitched voice ringing through the halls while she was twirling her dead blonde hair on her pointer finger. Adam staring at her like she was a fucking piece of meat.

"It was okay I guess." Mumbling softly while turning on my heels to walk into the classroom. That was rough.

Looking for a free seat. Thanking god for one in the very corner on the right side,  but not before noticing Vincenzo smirking up at me.

He looks good today.

He has a short sleeve black shirt on, showing off his beautiful sleeves of tattoos. The black jeans accentuate his muscular legs and height. His hair a messy mop of black hair on top of his head, but nevertheless he makes it look good. He has a large amount of rings on, and a necklace. Cute.