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Sam's pov....

"Are you going to do any work?" Charlotte asks.

"Er yeah.huh?...yeah" I say snapping out of my thoughts.

I pick up a pencil and begin writing the answers to the maths questions.

Finally the bell rings. Signalling me to go home.

The walk home is usually relaxing and I get to clear my head. But not today.

"Oit slutty Sam" they call.

"Aren't you ment to be dead?" Drake question's. They cross the road, moving closer to me. I speed up my pace.

"What's up? Ya lost ya tounge?" Drake says again.

"Leave me alone" I say holding my bag a little tighter.

"Sorry what was that? I didn't hear you." The laugh

"Look just leave me alone, I did fuck all to you! I don't deserve this" I say trying to fight my tears away.

My wrist itch my cold,metal blade to be ran across them.

"And if we don't?" Drake says laughing.

Ignore him, and walk faster, looking around for someone to help me.

A fist grabs my hair and pulls me back, causing me shriek in pain.

"Bitch"

"Slut"

"Whore"

A different person say, every time. Their voices begin to fade away.

I open my eyes releasing that I'm on the floor cowarding away in a ball. They, leave me alone after awhile. Tears rush down face, and I run the rest of the way home.

"Hi Sam sweetie" mum calls from the living room.

"Hi mum" I say dumping my shoes and heading to the kitchen, to get a drink.

********

"Hey you" aeden says embracing me with a hug.

"Hi dude" I reply, sitting on his bed.

I'm wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, and a red shirt. My hair is up in a messy bun. My make up is light.

Aeden how ever is just wearing a pair of cargo shorts. He's abs are to die for.

"Pizza?" He asks kissing my forehead.

"Sure," I say walking over and choosing Marley and me, to watch. It was my favourite film. I knew it word for word.

"Really? This again?" Aeden says.

"Yeah, nothing wrong with watching the same film over and over again." I smile.

Wastle waiting for the pizza, I sit there poking Aedens cheek.wastle he tried to tickle me, but I kept dodging him.

"Ah the luck of Irish" I say laughing to myslef.

"Your Irish?" Aeden question's confused.

"Yeah well technically I'm half Irish. Although I grew up in Belfast for five years.but mum wanted to moved over here " I say.

"So that's where your accent comes from. I thought it was Scottish" aeden says. And we laugh.

Wastle watching the film, I fall asleep in aedens arm. I feel safe here as if nothing can touch me. Its as if the world Isnt broken; as if it'd perfect once again.

A\N: hi all.

Sorry haven't been updating at all this week. Been so caught up with exams. So glad there almost over.
Updates will become more regular again.

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