Forgotten

Forgotten: Chapter Two

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I woke up disappointed, I always did. Something inside of me always wished that I'd miraculously not wake up. But sadly that hasn't happened, yet.

My arm ached, and throbbed. Sometimes I regretted cutting, other times I welcomed the pain from the aftermath of the cuts.

The clock on my table read 7:00 in red flashing numbers. It was bad today, I could feel my depression clawing at the corners of my mind telling me to give up. But I couldn't, I had to walk with Xander. I had to tell him I couldn't do this.

I drug myself out of the warm confines of my bed and into the cold air in my bedroom. I didn't want to do this, I didn't want to go to school or face Xander. He'd been so nice to me, I wanted to keep him and let him in but I knew I'd only get hurt.

I moved slowly, trudging to the bathroom to make myself a bit more socially acceptable. I brushed my hair and teeth and went back to my room to find clothes for the day.

Black was my color of choice so I picked out a zip up sweatshirt and blue skinny jeans with my ratty old converse.

I heard the doorbell ring and I looked at my clock, 7:30, he was early.

"Alice," My mother called up the stairs, "your friend Xander is here!"

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute." I called back.

I did something I hadn't done in a long time, I looked in my mirror without criticizing myself. I looked in the mirror to make sure that I looked alright for Xander.

I stood at the top if the stairs for a minute listening, I heard my mother and Xander talking quietly. I sighed, she was going to like him, and want me to be friends with him. I was screwed, maybe I wouldn't tell him today. I'll wait until tomorrow.

When I got to the kitchen doorway I stopped, Xander was sitting on one of the stools with his elbows on the counter with his fists under his chin.

He was beautiful, his dark hair was messy in that perfect sort of way. He was wearing a dark grey and black striped sweater that hugged his muscular form along with black skinny jeans that rode low on his hips.

"Good morning sweetie," my mom said when she noticed me in the doorway.

"Morning mom," I said as Xander turned and looked at me.

His eyes roamed my body from my dirty shoes to my plain hair that was in a messy bun on the top of my head. I felt my face heating up and I quickly went and sat at the other stool.

"Good morning Alice," he said finally, breaking the awkward silence.

"Morning," I replied quietly, "should we go?"

Xander looked at his phone, checking the time, "sure."

He grabbed his backpack and swung it over his shoulders.

I slung my bag over me shoulder and walked toward the door, letting us out into a flood of cold air.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the crunching leaves under our feet.

"It's so cold," I said finally.

"Do you want my jumper?" Xander asked, pulling a red sweatshirt out of his bag.

"Oh, sure. Thanks," I said grabbing it and pulling it over my head.

He nodded.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, not saying anything more than a simple goodbye when we got to the school.