At six in the morning. Liam woke me up telling me to get ready. Damn, why does school start so early?
"Here, we got your uniform last night. I just let you sleep because it looked like you needed it." Liam spoke with a small smile. How is he so awake this early?
"Thanks, also thanks for last night and getting your friends to leave me alone," I admitted, flicking my eyes up to meet his eyes after I spoke. I never noticed his eyes are a nice amber.
"Okay stop staring at my eyes, it is kind of uncomfortable." He chuckled looking slightly nervous. Shit, I didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. "Hey, you're fine, don't worry." Liam apologized while grabbing my arm causing me to flinch away from him.
"Please don't touch me." I blurted a bit louder than I meant to.
"Hey, I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" He asked, looking worried about me. What am I supposed to say? Yes, you just made me think about the time I was sexually assaulted a few months ago, and for years before. That I could never tell my family because they would just tell me to stop being such a whore and filthy child. Well, maybe not my sister.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just uncomfortable with physical touch." I half lied to him, knowing I can't tell the truth to him.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I didn't know. If you want we can just ditch the first class. I checked your schedule and funny enough we have all but the fourth class together. So in the second, I can just say you weren't feeling good, and I was helping you." Liam suggested, and it sounds like a good idea. I mean compared to his friends he isn't too bad. I wonder what happened yesterday because he wanted nothing to do with me. Now, he is acting like my friend.
"Did you hit your head or something? Yesterday you told me to stay away from you and to just stay on my side of the room." I questioned, still thinking about whether or not to skip the first class with him.
"I know what I said yesterday, but when you kicked Jay after he pulled you by your ankle I realized you might not be too bad. Although I do want to know one thing. Why did you get kicked out from your old school?" Liam catechized me while looking at me.
"I didn't get kicked out." I simply responded, causing him to seem shocked.
"Well if you didn't get kicked out why are you here?" He pushed a bit more.
"Personal reasons resulting in me getting hospitalized," I murmured slightly, looking him in the eyes to seem confident.
"Oh so you got bullied and this was the only option." He confirmed with himself.
"Again, no it was not due to another person," I responded, getting a little annoyed.
"Wait, so you tried to kill yourself." Liam disclosed while having a pitied look on his face. When I nodded stating that he was finally right he looked confused. "Why, I mean you don't give off depressed energy." He stupidly remarked looking completely serious. Goddamn, this kid is stupid as fuck.
I just get back in bed and fall asleep hoping that Liam will let me.
"I'm sorry," he apologized to me. I just nodded back too tired to respond. Looking at my Cavetown, Lovejoy, and Melanie Martinez posters before closing my eyes. Right as I'm about to fall asleep I feel something next to me. I look over and see that Liam put my uniform on my bed. I give him a quick smile and fall back asleep.
"Wake up, you have fifteen minutes to get ready." Liam shook me awake. I check the time and it is 7:24. Fuck second class starts at 7:39. What that means is that school starts at 6:40, I didn't have to be awake at 6:00. This Bitch, I'm going to kill him. I just decided to get changed before doing anything that could get me in trouble. Mostly because if my mother hears that I got in trouble. She would beat the shit out of me.
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Twice lost
Teen FictionWhen a 17 year old tries to commit suicide and wakes up in the hospital. He has to go to a boarding school because most of his family thinks he just wants attention. What happens when he gets there? Does he end up finding happiness, killing himself...