Falling to Pieces // l.t.

Three

Three ~ Casey

Waking up at six thirty in the morning was always a challenge for me, even though I've been doing it for a while now. After having a quick shower, I moulded my hair back into a neat ballet bun and swung my dance bag over my shoulder. My lessons are dotted in between my dance practices today - Wednesdays were the only times that this happens because all of my classes are in the mornings.

I quickly kissed my mother goodbye and started on my way to school. The boy I saw yesterday was walking in the opposite direction to me - heading in my direction. I picked at my fingers - trying to avoid eye contact with him - but I didn't realise how close I was to him and ended up walking straight into him.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled and tried to walk past him.

"Do you mind?" the boy was loud, and he towered over me - intimidating me.

"I-I said I'm sorry," I stuttered and looked down to my shoes.

"Well you need to watch where you're going," the punk boy huffed before storming past me and bumping my shoulder.

"What a douche," I muttered and continued on my way.

"What a bitch," the boy's voice sounded again as he bumped past me again, heading in the same direction as me.

I watched as he power walked ahead of me - narrowing my eyes and rubbing my shoulder. He was lucky that he didn't dislodge my shoulder from its socket; he hit me with some force.

For the rest of the journey, the punk was running through my mind. How could one person be so rude - especially if someone accidentally bumped into them. People like that scared me and I knew that I could never, and would never, get involved.

As we arrived outside the arched door, I noticed him sweeping the streets clear of leaves. He didn't seem the type to do voluntary community work - definitely not - so I didn't understand why he was here. Blue eyes trapped mine for a moment until I looked away and continued into school. Glancing at the large grandfather clock in the corner - which read two minutes past nine - I dashed to my first practice for my part as Clara, trying not to be any later than I already was. Miss Élodie was very strict about punctuality.

"Miss Daniels, you are three minutes late! I do not expect you to be late again, or else I will remove your part in this production!" Miss Élodie said strictly.

I nodded and apologised quietly before placing my bag under the barre and taking out my pointes. After wrapping the ribbons around my ankles, I delicately ran to the middle of the floor - awaiting my instructions. My first routine was harder than any of the syllabus we had learned so far this term, however, I knew that I needed to grasp them quickly in order to be perfect in my leading role.

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The day flew by and I was disappointed when I found out that Emilia had to be picked up early because her parents had arranged a dinner, or whatever. I pushed the strap of my bag onto my shoulder and trotted out of the school. To my surprise, he was still there sweeping leaves.

"You having fun there?" I chuckled at his grim face.

The only response I received was a grunt - I knew that I shouldn't have even made the effort to speak to him. However, my stupid mind told me to confront him.

"It's rude to ignore people who are trying to make an effort."

"No idea why you're trying, just get back to your perfect life," he snorted and placed the broom against a brick wall.

For goodness sake! my brain yelled and I groaned loudly, before mentally cursing myself for making unladylike noises. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, frustrated with this idiot. Loud footsteps came closer and I knew that this guy was walking right next to me.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed.

"For you to keep away from me. I'll only mess up your perfect little life if you don't."

"How do you know my life is perfect? You don't know anything about me!" I yelled, causing a few pedestrians to look in my direction.

"Just stay away, will you?"

"The last time I checked, you were the one following me." I stated. "Anyway, I didn't think that your...type...did voluntary community service."

"No, I'm doing community service under the threat of going into police custody," the boy chuckled lowly and I frowned. "Don't worry, I didn't kill anyone! I just spray painted stuff."

"Right," I sighed and carried on walking. "This is my stop."

However, Louis didn't move. His eyes tried to grip mine and he was leaning down. I had never been in such a situation before so I just froze. As soon as our lips touched a whole new feeling erupted inside of me - like fireworks exploding in my stomach. I felt the cold metal of his lip ring against my lips as I kissed him back; our kiss only lasted a few seconds before I urgently pulled away, staring at him with my eyes bulging.

"Your a good kisser," Louis smirked and I scoffed.

"Right, bye," I pushed past him and unlocked the door to my house.

I knew mother wouldn't be home yet so I slammed the door and slid my back down it. I put my head in my hands, realising that he had stolen my first real kiss, and sobbed. He was bad for me, I couldn't like him in that way - in fact I couldn't like him in any way, he was such a bad influence and I just couldn't get involved.

I steadied my shaky body against the frame of the door as I pushed myself up. As soon as I was balanced, I rushed up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom. I threw open the cabinet door and grabbed my mother's razor; I didn't think before I did what I did. My shaky fingers fumbled to remove one of the removable razors and I threw it across the room. I leant over the sink and wiped my tears dry before picking the razor up and staring at it. I slowly placed it on my skin, almost unsure as to whether or not I should do it.

Drawing the razor across my pale white skin, I watched as the blood forced it's way out of the three parallel cuts along my forearm - hypnotised.

I stumbled back and fell to the ground on my bottom. I tried to push up, but I couldn't. My arms shook as I attempted to support my weight, which was getting heavier. Heavier.