"Where the hell were you?" My mom asks as soon as I pull into our three story home. It was my favorite thing that I owned. That was before his death. Before mine. Because truthfully everyone lost me when I lost him. This house was the only thing I got to keep of his, and frantically I hated it. I hated it more than him. I almost hated it as much as I hated myself.
"Logan's I told you." I say and she sighs unfolding her arms from her small fragile body.
"No I mean your face it's bloody. Did you get into another fight because if you did Zak, I swear to...."
"Mom no one got into a fight. We were out Skate Boarding and I hit a curb. Honestly I'm fine." I say approaching the stairs and she moves closer to me the strictness in her eyes corpsing down my bones.
Her arms wrap tightly around me and she winces from the action, but I know that me hugging back would heal more than just that wound, so I do. She was herself for now, and that was the most important thing to me.
I pull off my jacket and toss it into my hamper. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. closing the door to my room, I pull off my t-shirt and slip out of my jeans. I walk into my bathroom and look into the mirror. My nose still bloody from earlier, the bruises already beginning to show. My jaw line sharp and my blue eyes still fragile like ice on a lake. They thought I hid my face because I was scary. Because I was ugly. Those are all lies. Lies the world is damned with them, and I'm even more damned because I am one. I don't hide my face because I know people are scared, or because I'm too beautiful to look at. I hide my face because it looks to much like his. My fingers lapse over the cold metal handle as I turn the rushing water on in my shower, and it pounds against my skin. Chilling my bones.
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Sarah's (Pov)
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. It's was my first day of school and I already kissed a damn cocky ass boy. Why did I always have to be better than everyone else? Why couldn't I just play the shy girl who doesn't talk to anyone.
"What does he look Like?" Vanessa asks. She, Wesley and Rachel decided to invite themselves over to my house. After my mom rambling on and on to them about how happy she was of me to make friends, and telling them how depressed I was that we had to move. I finally had the courage to march downstairs and drag them all up into my room, which consisted of my bed, which conveniently I had just made. Piles of boxes were in the corner of the plain white room. Which by the way I wasn't aloud to paint because my mom figured we'd be moving in the matter of 6months tops. She moved us a lot because of our past.
"Like an ass." Wesley says and I nod.
"Yeah that sounds about right plus the whole dark and gloomy thing was really hard to see through. " Truthfully that was a lie. He was a God, and if anything he was like shattered glass. You could see right through his game. You could see how shattered he actually was.
"Did he have a scar on his face? I bet he had a scar...!" Vanessa said excitedly and Rachel slapped her lightly on the head.
"If you want to see so bad yourself why don't you just walk over there?" Rachel says.
"Okay." Vanessa says and she tramps out of my room.
"I was joking!" Rachel says as she gets up and follows Vanessa down the steps. Leaving Wesley and I alone in my empty room.
"Well we should probably go after them." Wesley says as he helps me up and we walk down the steps together.
We run out the door as soon as we see them actually talking to a fragile women at the door. Wesley ran up to the girls and I followed.
