dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I open the door to the classroom, only to see a couple of people in the room taking notes. The professor isn't here yet, and I'm relieved. I thought I was going to be late, to be honest. Knowing me, I'm only going to be early, probably never late.

I take a seat near the front, away from everyone else. I reach down to grab a notebook and folder, when a black shadows quickly moves by me, slightly bumping into me. When I look up, I don't see anyone, except for the people that were already sitting down before. I brush it off, grabbing a pen and click it open.

I hear a loud bell go off, and the doors swing open, filling the class with people. I was surprised by how much people there were, but then again it's a very popular university. When I see a familiar brown head walking over to me, I smile. I'm so glad I have someone I know in this class.

"Hey Emily." Louis says, taking a seat next to me. His hand swishes his hair upwards, fixing it. I've always admired his hair, because of how unique it is.

"Hey Louis." I greet him. Our small talk ends there, when the professor taps a book on his desk.

"Attention everyone." He tells over the talking people. Everyone ends up getting very quiet, eventually.

"We have some new students this semester, so I will introduce myself. My name is Mr. Renolds, and I'm hoping you will enjoy this class." He smiles at me, then to someone farther behind me.

"Now, today is going to start out easy for you guys. It's open journal. You will be writing about the topic, pain. You could write about some of your fears, or maybe what you think pain is." Mr. Renolds says. "You may begin."

I immediately start writing down on my paper.

Pain.

The greatest pain I know of is being hurt by someone you enjoyed so purely, trusted so completely and asked and expected so little from. It's a horrible sinking feeling that feels like your life is draining out of a hole in your chest. I would never wish this kind of pain to anyone. Ever.

Or

Is pain when that moment when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from seeing or hearing something that breaks your heart. Maybe to you, you would hear that your boyfriend cheated on you. You feel like you lost yourself, or your would is gone. In this case, for me, the words I hear that makes me feel pain is

"Your dad is dead."

"Your dad committed suicide."

When I hear either of these sentences, I feel so much pain, that now it's numbing me. Everyday I wake up, with this pain, knowing he's not coming back. He never cared about me, but I cared for him. I loved him.

He's never coming back.

I can't explain how painful it is to wait for something that never comes. Never.

Maybe a different kind of pain is not emotionally, but physically. When someone lays a hand on another human, that kind of pain. Or when you're feeling so much pain, you hurt yourself.

Pain has so many meanings; so many different uses. For me, it's emotionally. Just thinking about my father, gives me great pain that's unbearable. Something you never ever want to feel. It digs right into your soul, ripping out every ounce of happiness that was left inside of you. No more happiness, just pain, sadness and emptiness.

Then there's something that brings back the happiness. Maybe a special person or item.

Mines a person. A person I haven't known for too long, but I know everything about. He can put a smile on my face, just by looking at him. He's like a fallen angel, sent to me to keep the pain away from when my dad committed suicide, just five days before my 4th birthday.

He's dark, and mysterious. The exact opposite of an angel. That's why he is my fallen angel.

His name is-

The bell rings, stopping my hand. Next to me, Louis packs his things up in his bag. I also pack my things up, quickly shoving the notebook into my bag. The writing has made me emotional, and I try to push the tears back, like I always do. I'm good at it now.

"What class do you have next?" Louis asks, as we walk out of the classroom together.

"Um I think.." I pause, taking my schedule out of my bag. "Art and design." I finish, and he sighs.

"I have mathematics." He frowns.

"I will see you later?" He asks, and I nod.

"Bye Louis." I say as he walks off in the other direction.

I shift the weight on my shoulders from my bag to the other side, as I continue down the wide halls, and onto the staircase. I'm the only one on the staircase, making it nice and peaceful.

When I'm walking down the first flight of stairs, I almost think I can hear footsteps behind me. When I turn to look behind me, I don't see anything. My pulse rises, making me to go even faster now, skipping some steps along the way. I hear heavier and harder footsteps, making me quickly turn around again, my chest rising up and down. I see nothing.

Nothing.

I breath in out, keeping my pace as I quickly go down the stairs.

I almost run out of the door I see, eager to get out.

Once I see other people in the hallways, my breathing goes back to normal.

You're safe I remind myself. Your mind is playing with you.

(A/N:)

Next update is tomorrow.