And then she's gone.

Alone

Wake up wren. Wake up!

I don't want to wake up

You have to.

But, it hurts.

It will always hurt.

I want to be alone.

You can't. Not now, not ever.

I AM alone.

No, you are not.

I want to stay asleep.

Why?

It's nice. It's numb. I can't feel anything.

You can't stay like that forever, you know.

I know.

Do you though?

....

Alright then. Wake up.

Fine.

Blurry. It was blurry. Rubbing my eyes, I swung my legs off the side of the bed and got up. Well shit, the room was spinning.

My head pounded, and I grabbed the bedside table in an effort to stay upright.

You okay? Just put one foot in front of the other. That's it, yeah. Good girl. Open the door, and there we go. You are now out of your room!

I stumbled down the stairs and entered the dining room. Mom was standing at the counter and turned around when she saw me. ' Hi, honey. Have some breakfast.' 

I stared into her empty, grey eyes and replied with a shake of my head. She sighed. 'Wren, you can't do this every morning. You have to eat.'

I gave her a tight-lipped smile, grabbed my bag, and walked out the door. I could hear her shouting ​​my name, and calling, no, begging me to eat something, anything, but I kept walking.

A cool breeze touched my skin, causing me to shiver as I stuffed my hands in the hoodie's pocket. I bent my head and let my long black hair surround my face in an effort to look invisible.

Why do you do that?

Do what?

Hide from everybody else

I don't want to be noticed, you know that!

I know, but she hated that..

She's not here anymore, is she? I don't need to be social, anyway.

Fair enough.

I walked through the gates of my school, hating the passing people with judging glances and lingering stares that never ended. Didn't they have anything better to do?

You know they don't.

I pushed open the door to my homeroom and almost instantly, all eyes were on me. I slid into my seat and kept my gaze on my dirty Converse. The teacher, Mrs Smith, walked to the desk and perched on the corner of the table.

"Alright, class, let's begin today's session. May I take attendance, please? Settle down! Right. Jules?' A boy with white-blonde hair lifted his eyes and nodded. 'Lana?' 'Here, miss!' exclaimed a wide-eyed brunette sitting beside me. 'Wren?' I kept my gaze down and lifted my hand.

'Wren, I'm going to need a more verbal answer from you please.' 

Who does she think she is? Give it to her.

I shook my head and raised my eyes to meet hers.

'Yeah, I'm here. Can you not see me?' She blinked, startled, then replied. 'That is going to be a day of detention, Mrs Astor.' I glared at her defiantly. 'Whatever.'

She glanced at me for the final time before redirecting her focus towards the class, who had been observing the entire situation in utter silence, probably judging me even further. I sighed, then stopped listening to the class entirely.

She deserved worse.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning my head, I looked straight into the sea-green eyes of Lana, who was mouthing something to me. I blinked, then shook my head, trying to focus on what she was saying. Just breathe.

I took a deep breath, then turned to her again, and asked her to repeat what she was saying. 'Oh,' she said, twirling her hair nervously.

'I was just saying, for what it's worth, I think Mrs Smith is a brute. I mean, Jules didn't say anything either! That is completely unfair, and - oh, did you know that in Iceland, discrimination is strictly illegal? I know, it's so cool. We should get Mrs Smith shipped to Iceland, then she'll be jailed! I think she would rock an orange suit, don't you think?'

I stuttered, not knowing what to say, and she blushed.

'Oh I'm sorry, I blabber stuff when I'm nervous. Not that I'm nervous right now, of course, because you kno-' I stopped her by putting a finger to her glossy pink lips. 'It's okay.' She grinned and turned back around to focus on the class.

Sweet silence for a second. Then, Wren... you know what happens when people try to be nice to you. Don't make that mistake again.

Yeah. I don't know her. She means nothing to me, I promise.

Good.

I wiped my glossy finger on my jeans and put my head on the desk, her sea-green eyes on my mind, and I drifted off to a restless sleep.