Colours

one

*Dan, two months later*

My alarm begins blaring. I angrily hit my clock, shutting the annoying *beep beep beep* of the alarm off. I groggily rub my eyes, sitting up and yawning. I pick up my phone checking it, expecting to see a good morning text from her.

Oh, I think to myself, that's right...

I sigh, setting my phone down and getting ready for school. It's my first day back after summer break. I wasn't all too happy about it, but there was nothing I could do now.

I go to take a shower, and afterwards, I slip on my usual of black skinny jeans, a dark colored t-shirt, and black converse.

I go down to eat breakfast, just grabbing an apple and heading out the door.

I put my earbuds in, playing my music as loud as I could. I really didn't care which song was playing, just as long as I couldn't hear the outside world.

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I walk into school and see my friends. I go over and sit down by them, hoping they don't say anything. I know they know about what happened over the summer, but I hope they understand that I don't want to talk about it...

"DAN!!" everyone excitedly shouts when they see me. I guess most of them expected I wouldn't come to school. I mean, I don't blame them. When I lost my mum, I didn't come to school for about a month and a half.

I let a small, fake smile show, trying to tell them I'm doing fine when they were asking me how I was, but I guess Louise could see right through that because she pulled me off to the side.

"Dan, I-" she started, but I cut her off.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it right now. It may have happened two months ago, but it still hurts. I'm not ready to talk yet..." I try to explain, but Louise is persistent.

"Dan, please. I know it hurts. I may not know exactly how it does, but I do know it hurts. Please don't bottle up your emotions about this, it's not good for you," she continues. By this time I'm starting to feel angry, and I snap.

"Louise, I said I don't want to fucking talk about it right now. Please, just... Leave me alone," I tell her, tears welling in my eyes as I walk to my locker.

I guess the tears blurred my vision pretty badly, as I bumped into someone on my way.

"Sorry, sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so sorry!" a voice almost shouts at me as they're scrambling to help me pick up my books.

I wipe the tears away as I look up, meeting with a pair of piercing blue eyes, with flecks of mint-and-lime-green.

"N-no, no sorry, th-that was my fault," I reply, stuttering as I continue to keep myself from crying. I stand up and turn to return to my locker when he reaches out and grabs my shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks me.

I turn to look into his eyes again, wanting to tell him to just "Fuck off, I don't want to talk," but something in me tells me no, so instead, I collapse and begin crying.