Bullied | j.b

7: Monday

A/N:
Hey guys! Sorry I couldn't update yesterday :/ I'm sick so I might be able to update more this week. You might want to go back and read some minor details I changed, because they just make more sense with the story. I changed their age to 14 and they are in grade 9, they dated in grade 7 and the beginning of grade 8. As I was writing these changes I realized that it may seem really young but it makes more sense so just bare with me until it gets to the part that makes sense :P Anyways I hope you enjoy!
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I wake up the next morning to the sound of my alarm blasting Selena Gomez. Urrrg. It's monday! Just 10 more minutes I think to myself as I hit the snooze button.

I fall back to sleep and instantly start dreaming:

*Dream*

"Justin! Where are we going!? What are you doing? Justin stop I can't keep up!" I shout as I run to Justin up on the jumping rocks.

"Just... Keep... Going..." He says clearly out of breath.

He reaches the edge and I try to catch up to him.

"Justin... what are you doing?" I say as I finally reach him, grasping for breath.

"Just..." He says as he takes a step back towards the edge.

"Justin be careful!" I say as I take a step towards him reaching for his hand.

"Just... help me..." He says as he takes one last step off the edge and falls down into the water below.

I scream his name as he tumbles down hitting the rocks as he falls. I immediatly start screaming and crying as his limp body plunges into the deep water below.

"I love you..." I whisper as I jump off.

*Dream Done*

I wake up screaming and crying at the terrible nightmare I just had.

"Are you okay?" My mom shouts from downstairs.

"Ya, just a bad dream!" I yell back.

I look at my clock but its blurry from my tears. I wipe them away and just as I do my alarm goes back off. I turn it off and head for the bathroom. I walk over to the mirror and look at my tear stained face. It looks terrible, and I look like I haven't slept in days. Maybe thats because I haven't really. The past few nights I've been waking up screaming or crying because of bad dreams. They always involve me loosing Justin, he always kills himself. Wow... that just sound's really bad. I must really be attached to him already because I always tell him I love him then chase after him.

Wait.

Do I actually love him? We have only been dating since our date on saturday... I did think I loved him before when we dated, although people said we were too young to experience things like that. I do fall for people easily... Maybe I do love him, but I will wait for him to tell me first.

I look over at the clock and it already says 7:25! I got up at 7:10 and I have to leave at 8:00. I rush down the hall into my room and open my closet. I walk in and look through my stuff. I pull out dark blue jeggings and a purple tank that says love in blue writing. Then I head back to the bathroom and change out of my pajamas and slip on my clothes. I look in the mirror and I still have tear stains and bags under my eyes. I grab my makeup bag from the shelf and put on some foundation to cover it up, some clear fruity lip gloss, and some mascara. My hair is still really messy from tossing and turning in my sleep. So I grab my hairbrush and brush it out. I check the time to see if I still have time to straighten it and its only 7:40 so I take out the hair straightener.