Behind Closed Doors [On Hold]

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Sophie's P.O.V.

Last nights events run through my mind as I search for something to wear. I have school and I am not looking forward to it. Then again, who is?

A headband? Maybe. Or a scarf? Ha. I could never pull that look off.

I sigh a sit at my desk trying to carefully cover up this wound on my head. I suck in a breath as it starts to sting from my prodding fingers.

This isn't anything compared to what's coming up next.

I shake my head at the thought of having to find a way to make the headband look natural while also covering the stitched up cut.

"Maybe nobody will notice." I whisper to myself. I shake my head again as I look at it through my broken mirror. It looks swollen, red, infected almost. They said that the stitches would have to be taken out in approximately two to three weeks. Maybe. I doubt it though.

Another sigh comes from my mouth as I walk to my closet and grab a black, long sleeve top. Nothing special. After slipping it on I walk to my dresser that sits in front of my door and put on some light blue skinny jeans. Going back to my closet I look through it until I find what I'm looking for. A deep blue sweater. Cute, warm, comfortable.

Outfit done I sit down at my mirror again and pick up the dreaded headband. I brush through my hair once more before putting it on. It looks nice. Just doesn't cover the cut. After trying to cover it with my moderately long hair and then putting it on I give up. Putting it down I pick up the concealer and try with that. Pressing against the cut obviously hurts. Clenching my jaw I keep going. After making it look somewhat normal and gone; I put the concealer down.

I look at the clock on my wall. Time to leave.

I walk to the side of my bed and pick up my bag. I look around inside before heading towards my door to make sure everything is in its place. Once that's done I suck in a breath and start to move my dresser away from the door. I peek out and once confirming nobody is in the hallway I walk out. Closing my door I walk towards the kitchen. Peeking around the corner and letting out the breath I'd been holding in I quickly grab an apple out of the fridge and head for the door. It feels so weird. Not going out of my window. I quickly put on my shoes and head outside.

I've gotta walk. I know that the time I took to move my dresser has taken up the time it would've taken me to walk to the bus. I pull my hood over my head start walking towards the school. The silence is calming. Or it was calming until I hear a vehicle coming up behind me. Ignoring it I keep walking.

I hear an engine turn off and a door open.

"Sophie!" I look towards the voice and am met with a guilty looking Nathan.

Good. He should be guilty.

My heart aches as I think of what I saw. I know he could see the pain if he were closer. I bite the inside of my cheek as I push down the emotions. I will the tears that have suddenly tried to surface away and walk towards him.

"Yes?" I ask timidly. I'm not scared. Just... Okay. A little bit of scared and nervous.

"Do you want a ride to school?"

I could hear the hope in his voice. I'm already late as it is. A ride would almost help. If it weren't with him.

It's either I walk and risk getting detention for being very late or be moderately late and hopefully not get detention.

"Sure." I say as I walk over to the passenger door. Opening the door I'm met with a very pungent smell.

Of course. The beer. I think to myself as I get inside.