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Lamentation

The day started off as any day would, waking up in a too dark of a room while the sun outside taunts me with it happiness and life. I slammed a hand down on my blaring alarm clock, successfully knocking it off onto the floor but unsuccessfully turning it off, making the sound just a muffled shadow of it's former self. . .that. . .that made no sense, too early in the damn morning to worry about that shit. I scowled in distaste and got up, finally turning it off and setting it back down where it's suppose to be. I got dressed in my usual attire (which, why do I wear the same outfit everyday? Weird right?), ready for yet another day of misery and despair.

If Mark heard me thinking like this he'd scold the shit out if me. But it was true, it's not like many people gave a fuck what happens to Nathan Prescott, (supposed) King of Blackwell. I was just what everyone would want in a friend, I'm rich. That's the main thing nowadays right? Befriend the rich kid and loot off of them. Only problem is, I can't get to the money unless asking my biological father first, and even then he only sends me $600 a month. . .cheap prick.

Once my hair was to pristine perfection, with that one piece always flopping towards the front, goddamn I hate that piece of hair. Never freaking listens to me, has a mind of it's own mind you. I stepped out of my room while shrugging on my jacket and watched as Graham scurried past me, I thought about walking with him, due to going to the same class as him right now, but I decided against it, I don't associate with such nerds . . . well, more like they don't associate with me, I think they're scared of me. I locked my door and walked out of my building, considering going to find Victoria before class but deciding against it, going to go see Mark instead, I need to talk to him a bit before class, and I left my room early anyways, wonder where Warren would be going though? Class doesn't start for half an hour. Nerd.

I stepped out of the dorms and took a deep breath of air, the air this time of day was always a bit chilly, I squeezed my jacket tighter around myself and made my way towards the school, looking around at the very few students that were out this time of day, every single one if them refusing to look at me for too long, I smiled smugly and stepped into the school, yawning before making my way to the Photography room. I strutted in and sat down on top of the table right in front of Mark's desk with false confidence. Said man looked up at me, inquisitive and put his feet down from his desk, standing up and straightening his suit.

"Hello Nathan," He gave me a smile, "What brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Did my dad call you?" I asked bluntly, looking away and frowning a bit.

"Yes, last night. . ." I could hear the hesitance in his voice, "He's decided to find you a new therapist. And that he wants you to start seeing them as quickly as possible once he-- his servents find you one." I clenched my jaw and grabbed the edges of the table tightly, making my knuckles turn white.

"Of fucking course. Why wouldn't he? Find me a new one that will put me on the same damn medication I'm on now--"

"The medicine you take now isn't working, we both know this Nathan. And please don't curse like that in my presence, you know how much I hate that." I went limp and nodded, feeling tears beginning to prickle from the edges of my eyes, "If I could, I would find you the help you really need, your father won't let me help in the search. . ." Mark sighed and sat at the edge of his desk, taking his glasses off and cleaning them as he looked at me sadly. "Just. . . be safe Nathan." I nodded.

"I'll try." I managed to get out, voice breaking slightly. Before I left the classroom I tried to calm myself down, hurrying to class, I sat down as soon as the bell rang.

During Geometry all I did was doddle small pictures in my notebook, not really sure what I was drawing, just watching my hand dance along the page, not even listening to the teacher at all, I could feel a pair of eyes on me but didn't bother seeing who it was, knowing it was Warren as he hasn't stopped looking at me for the past. . . month? I think? I would say it bothered me but honestly I was a bit flattered. . . though a bit suspicious because, why is Warren Graham of all people staring at me?