Bruises

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We were out of Band-Aids; I guess I'd have to pick some up. Because I sure knew he wouldn't buy them for me. I slipped on my tight long sleeve black shirt. And plain blue skinny jeans. The same outfit that I had worn the day before, and the day before. You could say it was my "signature outfit" I barely wore any other outfit, at least at school.

I looked in the mirror and made sure that I looked okay

Considering my height of five feet three inches, I was barely able to see my whole face in the mirror. I had gray eyes and a small pale face which was framed by pale blonde hair that went down almost to my hips. I split my hair in half at the nape of my neck and pulled both sides over my shoulders on each side. I used a little bit of powder to cover a tiny spot on my cheekbone.

I walked out of the bathroom and entered my room. I grabbed my plain black vans and slipped them onto my purple socked feet. After tying my laces, I turned around to face my bed. I grabbed the ring that was sitting on my bedside table. The ring was my mom's, her engagement ring, a thin silver band with an emerald in the center that was surrounded by tiny diamonds. It was probably my most expensive, beautiful, and favorite thing that I owned. The emerald was her birthstone, and it was the only thing I had left of her. She had died 7 months after I was born, birth complications that went unnoticed in the hospital, and I only had one picture of her. I was almost an identical copy of her, I kept the photo on my bedside table and put the ring on top of the picture every night before I went to sleep.

I grabbed my black beanie off of the bed and threw my phone into my book bag and grabbed it, which was sitting in the corner of my room by my piles of cassette and mixtapes with my player, and quietly tiptoed out of the room. I peered into his room, he wasn't in there, which meant that he was either passed out on the couch or was at work. I slowly walked through the house towards the living room where I found him asleep on the couch, just as I had predicted. I crept into the kitchen, and opened the pantry door, only enough to reach the jar labeled "Emergency Money" Even though that was rarely what it was really used for. I slid my hand into the jar and grabbed out a ten-dollar bill, that should be enough to buy what I needed.

I put the money in the outside pocket of my plain forest green book bag before slowly, and silently, going to the front door and exited the house. Upon my departure I was immediately faced with cool fall breeze of the Carolina air. Pulling the black beanie out of my pocket and slipping it over my pale blonde hair, I started down the street toward school.

Blythewells High School was one of only five high schools in the area, and it happened to be the most well off and respectable of the five. Don't get me wrong, the school was great, but the vile and demented inhabitants made the building undesirable. Three thousand students were enrolled in the beginning of the school yea, only about half of those survive the classes to make it to graduation each year. I was in my junior year, but I had already seen almost fifty people drop out before the beginning of the second semester. Not gonna lie, with everyone being either vile or just plain stupid, good and trustful allies were very few and far between.

I had only one of these allies. Dylan Hicks, a junior like me and we had been friends ever since he stopped three upperclassmen from jumping me after school in seventh grade. Hell of a way to begin a friendship, huh? Dylan was one of the nicest people you could ever meet, at least that's what I believed. He really didn't deserve the status that he had. He was pegged as the guy who hung out with losers, so basically the bottom of the totem pole, aka with me. Ever since we became friends he has always waited for me outside of the Cafeteria and walked me to my classes every day, most of which we had the same of, but even if we didn't, he still walked with me. It made me feel protected and safe, which was nice. And if you can't already tell, I'm really into him. He is just so adorable, funny, and amazing to me that he makes my heart flutter. No matter how cheesy and dumb that sounds, it's the truth.

I spotted him from about a hundred yards away, so I began walking in his general vicinity. He looked up when I was around the fifty-yard mark, and the first thing I saw was this big goofy smile on his face. I kept walking until I reached him. Once I did the feeling of being safe, cared for, and happiness made me feel so much better. Dylan enveloped me in a hug, which sadly made me flinch. He had squeezed a bit too hard.

Authors Note:
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