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Hey guys! I can't believe school started. Worst thing ever. Who even created school? Shouldn't they be dead by now? And if they're dead, why are we still going to school?. Anyways... This chapter goes out to Ava16Slytherin ! Stay strong. Sorry guys for the short Chappy but just know that text in different font in this chapter is a flashback.
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My vision is coming to faze me by the second. But I can't tell where I am. There is a clock ticking ever so loudly it's giving my brain a headache. As my vision starts to become clearer, I can see that the walls are plain white and there are all the surgeon like pieces laying around in metal boxes. I look to my right and find a drip attached to my arm. And for some reason my stomach hurts like hell.
"Reign, why did you do this?" Braylon asked clutching my face to his chest. He took a deep breath and sighed before letting a tear drop on my nose.
"Ciara and Genesis." I manage to say just before I heard sirens and screams.
I remember now. I remember Braylon bursting into my room and grabbing the knife I was meant to take my life with. He did grab the knife but I managed to stab myself in the stomach. To be honest it hurt more than hell but it felt good in my mind. I just wanted to die. That was the day that Ciara and Genesis told me to kill myself. And I listened to them.
I'm on my way to history class and I'm definitely not looking forward to it. Mainly because Ciara and Genesis are in the same class, and Braylon isn't with me this time. I hung my head low and slouched my shoulders as I walked down the school hallway, watching people stare and silently hate and judge me. I don't get why people judge me when they don't know me, but that life I guess.
I was about twenty feet away from History room when I felt a hard grip tug on my jacket. A large hand with manicured pale pink nails goes over my mouth and the other over my waist. They're dragging me into the janitors closet, I just knew it. I was dropped on a set of brooms and dust pans and once I looked up my eyes met the heartless ones of Ciara and Genesis.
"Why don't you just die?." Ciara snarls bending down to grip the sides of my face "You're useless to everybody. Your purpose on earth is not needed."
"Yeah. I blame your parents for making you." Genesis stops and glances at Ciara, the both laugh and she continues "No, I blame you for being the one that was born. Couldn't you have been a miscarriage or something? Your parents could have easily made another one."
"L-leave me alone." I stutter getting up and pushing Ciara's hand from the sides of my face.
"Just die already." She pushes me back down and I stumble and hit the edge of my head. I've never hated someone so much in my life now. Genesis sauntered up to me and kicked the side of my rib cage with her stiletto heels.
"BRAYLON!" I shout snapping up and out of my day dream.
Guess this was a bad idea, when I say up, the drips pulled down and my stomach tightened making it hurt even more. I wince in pain as a file of doctors and nurses pile in.
"Miss, please calm down. Your shouting wouldn't help your recovery at all." A nurse tells me, pushing my shoulder back down to rest.
"I want to see Braylon." I terror slapping her hand away "Where's Braylon?."
"Calm down Miss. Braylon Forrest is in the waiting room and I'm pretty sure he's fighting the security guards to see you right now."
"I want Braylon." I mumble before I felt a light twinge snap at my arm. Soon enough I'm drifting to sleep.
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