Chapter 3

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The picture at the top is what she is wearing today :)


It's 5:45 am and I wake up to the tune of Nothing by The Script, from the dream that I have dreamed of every night for 6 months now, I'm home with mom, dad, and Daisy, we're all sitting in the living room laughing and watching a family show on TV.

For the first few seconds I forget who and where I am, but the memories, and my hate for her, soon return when I stretch my arms out in front of me and the sleeves roll down my arms, I can now clearly see the scars on my arms going in every direction .

I have to wake up now in order to get out on time and not have to see her and listen to her trying to put ideas in my head about how my dad is a bad person, just like she did to Daisy.

I get up and head to the restroom, while setting my Random XD playlist on my phone. I sit at the edge of the bathtub and get what I need from my phone case, where the credit cards would go, and do what I have to do. I then clean off the blood that is now coming from my arm and thighs. I turn on the water for the shower and get in, once I have taken off my clothes. I do my normal routine of shampooing my hair, washing by body, then putting conditioner in my hair . When I'm done I get out, wrap my towel around my body, and make my way out to my room. No one is ever up this early in the morning so i take advantage of that. Daisy's school begins at 9:05.

Today , like most of the time, i went simple, even if i tried nobody cares enough to notice. I grab my dark grey long sleeve shirt. As I pull it on, my eyes trail on to my wrist. The jagged marks, still there, reminding me of all the things that lead up to them. I shake my head, and pull the shirt over my torso. Then I put on, as another layer, a grey cardigan. I slid my black, ripped, skinny jeans, making sure that my thighs are covered as well. I realize that i need something else, I look over at my desk, and grab my black fedora.

Next was my make up. I wasn't particularly good at it, but i keep it simple. A little concealer under my eyes and mascara. I always keep it simple, no one would care either way. Now I am ready for another dreadful day.

By now it's 7:15 am, so get my backpack, with all of my school supplies already packed up, and my phone, putting it in my back pocket . I check how I look in the mirror one last time and walk to the kitchen. Like every day, i skip breakfast and leave the house.

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I get to school and message Rebekah, asking if she has gotten here already. Apparently she forgot to tell me that she had a doctors appointment today. So I just went to class early because she was really the only person that i talked to in this hell hole, other than Calum but we hardly ever talk anymore. There was no one in class, they all had a normal amount of friends and not just one, that they could actually spend time with.

I make my way to my normal seat in the back left seat and take out my phone. Just as I unlocked my phone and clicked the Instagram app, I hear the door open. I look up to see that Niall had just walked in, not noticing that I was here. I almost forgot that I had him for this class. He also takes out his phone while he goes and sit in the other side of the room, also in the back row. Once he sat down, and still didn't notice that there was another person in the room, I turned back to my phone. As always I just scroll through occasionally reading some quotes. Then I stop at a video of my favorite band, The Script. As soon as it loaded a part of their new songs started. The sound letting Niall finally notice that I was here.

"Oh you're also here" he said sounding a bit surprised.

"Yea" I didn't bother to look up at him, and kept scrolling through my phone

"I didn't hear you come in"

"Cause I was already here when you came in" I look up at him only to see he was already looking at me, so I put my head back down and look at my phone again.

"Oh. Why are you here aren't you usually with Rebecca, I think that's her name is" He mumbles the last part.

Ugh why does he care?

"Do you want me to leave?" I look up once more, only to find him still looking at me. So once again I look down at my phone.

"No... You can stay if you want. I was just asking. Where is she anyways?" Through the corner of my eye I saw
him scratching his neck.

"She had to go to the doctor. Why do you care"

"I don't. I'm just trying to make conversion" He said

"Why?"

"Why...?" He said confused as to what I was asking.

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I don't know. I don't usually talk to people."

"Yeah, I've noticed. That doesn't mean that I can't talk to you" he pauses and then says "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did, but yea go ahead" I say placing my hand on the table and crack my knuckles, as a habit of mine when im nervous.

"Why don't you talk to people other than Rebecca?"

"I do" I say, "I do talk to other people" I just wonder why he cares if i talk to people or not

He chuckles and asks "Really, who?"

"Calum, he's my boyfriend" i sass back, i hate when people laugh at me!
I hear him chuckle once more before the bell rings.

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