Beloved.

Chapter 12: Why Do Dreams Become Reality

I walk out the doors, its the end of the school day. I here yelling and look to the side and see a whole group of people surrounding Harry and Zayn. I listen to the conversation.

"Give me her journal, Zayn!" Harry yells.

"Ha! Why? Its full of information! Like for instance, she wrote in here, 'there is no where to turn, everyone hates my guts. I don't even know what to do anymore? I feel like i should just craw into a corner and die. People would be better off without me in life.' Yes, it would. I would be very grateful." Zayn says. Everyone cheers.

Zayn and everyone around him want me to die. I look down and whisper.

"I knew it."

***

I wake up.

I am sweating. I touch my face, i was crying in my sleep. My mom runs into the room.

"Sweetie? Are you okay?" My mom comes up to me.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just a bad dream. I am going to go wash my face." I exit my bedroom and avoid face contact so she doesn't see my black eye.

I go to the bathroom as my mom goes back downstairs. I wash my face and think if i should go to school or not.

That dream made me cry in my sleep- i think my dream is warning me to pick a decision.

But Harry is there- i feel safe just thinking about Harry.

I think if this day doesn't work, i am done. I will take the risk.

I wish i had my journal back.

I go to my room to pick out what to wear. I grab skinny jeans, black combat boots, wear my hair down, grab my glasses, and throw on a long sleeved black and white striped shirt. I run to the bathroom and put on the most cover up as possible as i can but still keep it looking okay.

I look in the full length mirror and frown. I still look horrible. i take a huge sigh. Screw everything.

I run downstairs and run out the door with my backpack. I get to school and avoid everyone. Everyone seems to be laughing. What else happened? Or is it still from yesterday? I got to where my locker should be at, but Zayn is in front of it with Niall, Liam and with Harry. I stare at the commotion. Harry then punches Zayn's face and Zayn punches back at Harry.

"Guys!" I yell, running over. I grab Harry's shoulder and pull him back. Zayn grabs my arm, shoves me to Niall and Liam to hold me back.

Harry punches Zayn in the stomach and then slams him against the locker.

Kids are piling everywhere.

I here the principal yell. Niall and Liam let go of my grip, Harry lets go of Zayn, and we all run to class.