That's What I Thought | s.m

Chapter Two

c h a p t e r  t w o.
t h a t ' s  w h a t  i  t h o u g h t.
m e l o d y  r e a g a n.

I live alone in a small apartment in Toronto, Canada. I have no neighbors due to the area being abandoned, I suppose it's good in more ways than one, it's the only time I can really be myself. In school? I'm a nobody. I get laughed at and made fun of but it's nothing that I'm not used to, it's become a usual routine.

Names such as 'slut' and 'bitch' are called down the corridors at me each day, even though I'm still a virgin, rumors are spread around, specifically by Grace, and backed up by Dylan. I think to myself, how did I ever love such a cruel, cold and ruthless person? How did I let him in, and let him consume every part of me? Because of my foolishness, the whole school knows everything about me. My life's a mess, and there's nobody there to fix it.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I just disappeared, without a memory of me, or a spec of who I used to be, or am, left for people to dwell on. I just wish I had a life, where it was easy and I had the love of a family and an honest boyfriend. Where I could sing on my own, in my own time, when I wanted to, without worrying about what people think of me. But that's not how it works... Instead, I'm the most revolting person in school. Nobody makes contact with me. People laugh at me and make fun of my clothes. So I gave up with trying to fit in, because I knew there was no reason to.

I'm utterly, and completely, alone.

*p r e s e n t d a y*

I woke up to the sound of my dreaded alarm clock ringing in my ears, screaming at my brain to awaken. It's not like I got much sleep anyway. I don't bother to look at my phone and get up out of my uncomfortable bed, that seems to be on it's last legs.

Dragging myself to the bathroom, I wash my face and brush my teeth, making sure to put my retainer back in afterwards. Looking in the dirty, scratched mirror, I sighed to myself, "Another day of hell." I whispered.

Leaving the bathroom, I changed into my usual black ripped jeans and grey hoodie, slipping on my black vans and stuffing my hair into a ponytail. I suppose you're all wondering where all my money went, and why my bed is so uncomfortable? well, to shorten the story, I don't know where it is. I think it was stolen from my parents' account whenever the accident occurred, by whoever caused it, but I was left with nothing but my college funds and, as I was working a part time job at the local coffee shop, my minimum wages. So i'm short on money, as I lost my job when the shop closed down due to low business sales. Although another one was opened in its place closer to the main road, but the jobs had filled up before I could even get my application in.

My phone is rarely used, as I can't afford to pay the amount of money each month to send texts and calls. But if I'm being honest, who would I call anyway? Who would I text? Who would even want to text or call me? Nobody. Absolutely nobody.

Grabbing my apartment keys and bag, I grabbed an apple and walked out of the door, locking it behind me and throwing the bag over my shoulder. I knew I couldn't miss another day of school, or all my hard work would have been done for nothing, it's just difficult to face the same fate every day when I walk into the same old building with the same old people, giggling to themselves as I walk by, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that everyone hated me. When truthfully, it was killing me inside.

After a long twenty minute walk and after eating the apple, I stared blankly at the damaged building in front of me, maybe not physically damaged, but theoretically. It takes all I have not to walk away and skip another day of school, but I forced myself through the gates and up the steps of Oak Hills College. I opened the mahogany doors to breathe in the air of the freshly polished floors and carefully painted walls of the entrance, preparing myself for the dreaded day ahead of me.

As I proceeded to approach my locker, something was strange, it wasn't the usual, look, laugh, and whisper routine, it was different. everybody was crowded outside the principal's office, thankfully a few meters away from my locker. The school isn't incredibly big, at the most, it included about five hundred pupils and was known to be more of a private school than public.

Walking past the crowd of people, I approached my locker and took out the books that I needed to start off this terrible day. As I was about to close it, the crowd of people slowly separated leaving a path for somebody to walk through from the office. Moving in further for a closer look, Grace and her friend Audrey, laughed and whispered in my direction, causing others to turn around, repeating the same steps, as if they were passing around a message of some sort. I started to back away and as I did, somebody tripped me up, causing me to fall flat on my face, triggering a nose bleed. Tears brimmed my eyes as I turned round to see who had done it, while keeping my hand under my nose, Dylan was smirking at my saddened expression. My heart sank as I stared into his cold, green eyes, proceeding to remind myself that he felt nothing for me anymore. I couldn't take it any longer, anger shot through my veins like a jolt of electricity, as i clenched my fits with overwhelming passion.

"Does this please you? Seeing me like this. Does it make you happy to see how much you hurt me? How much you ruined my life? Do you not get tired of making my life a living hell, every day as I walk into this school? Does it satisfy you, to know that you broke me, to know you are the reason my life is how it is? To know that I loved you, and that you broke my heart into thousands of pieces... "Infinite". Do you remember? do you remember Dylan? Does it ring a bell? Do you remember saying that to me? Do you remember, holding me in your arms, telling me, every day, how you would never hurt me, and how you would never let me believe you didn't love me? I hope somehow, deep down, the Dylan I loved is still there somehow, and this bitch hasn't ruined the loving and understanding guy I cared for so dearly. I'm sick and tired of everybody always treating me like shit and trying to control my life, making me hate my existence day by day, slowly causing me to lose all hope. I am done with you and your mates constantly bring me down every single day. So listen to me very carefully Dylan Bradley. Fuck off and leave me the hell alone." I screamed, by this point the tears were streaming down my face and everybody was staring at me, shocked with horror at the usual silent, shy girl, who had just confessed everything in front of the whole school.

At this point, I hadn't noticed the door of the principles office had opened, and somebody was standing staring at me, somebody I hadn't seen before. A tall, young guy, about 6'2, with chestnut brown hair, and mesmerizing, chocolate brown eyes. He stared at me, as I held my nose, and wiped the tears from my face. He was further away from me than Dylan was, and I could see concern written all over his smooth face. Or I guess that's what I wanted to see.

Shifting my gaze to Dylan, who was furious at my outburst and took a step closer to me, I took another step back hastily as he begin to get closer.

"Yes, it gives me great satisfaction, to remind you every day, of how worthless and how desperate you really are. it makes me happy to see them tears roll down your disgusting little face.." Dylan snarled, as he grabbed my jaw with his hand and fixed my gaze to his,"You deserve everything you get you ungrateful little bitch. You have nobody now, your parents didn't love you, and I can assure you, I never did. It was all a joke from the beginning, to see how far I could string you along." As my heart broke again, for the second time due to Dylan's harsh words, I removed his hand from my face and picked up my bag, I shook my head in sadness and betrayal.

As the tears began to pour down my face faster than ever, the whole school began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. My chest started to feel smaller and smaller, my breathing was ragged. My vision was blurry. Everything started to seem far away, and my head began to get dizzy. Pushing through the crowd that had surrounded me, I ran and ran until I got to the girls bathroom, just in time, for everything to shut down, and for me to be left in the darkness, on the cold, solid ground.

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I hope you enjoy this chapter, it took me ages to write, what do you think will happen next? will she be found? who will help her? who is the mysterious guy? don't forget to vote and follow me for more updates :)]