The Altered Love <MAJOR EDITING>

Chapter 5- The Impending Disaster.

           It was drizzling outside. Fiona looked at the clock on the wall opposite to her bed. It was 5:34 in the morning. She had been up all night laying in her bed trying to sleep. But it was of no use. The nightmares were back. She couldn't get them out of her head. Her demons were haunting her again. She opened the bedside drawer and took out the anti-depressant pills. She swallowed two of them, hoping they would work. Her fight with the jerk at school reminded her of the fight she had earlier, the fight that changed her life. Caused her to go to rehab. She had forgotten about it till now. Today, all the memories came rushing in. Her only source of happiness-her brother was not there with her to calm her. She didn't get a chance to meet him today either. They told her she could meet him tomorrow.

              Her brain was a kaleidoscope of worries. The unfortunate night, her sad-living-in-foster-care brother and the letters. The letters she was reading during the detention were missing. Not really missing. she had left them there. She was afraid somebody might read them and make fun of her. Of her condition. Of her past. They will call her names. Not that it bothers her, she grew up listening to those names. But she kind of hoped that things would change for her. That she could get a new start for her life, a happy life. Maybe, that was too much to ask. Maybe, she would always be that freaking sad pathetic dementor who sucked away people's happiness. Maybe she really was a bitch who didn't deserve any happiness. She was the sun of everyone's life. Bright and blinding. Hurt anyone who tries to get close to her. But someone would love her despite her being the sun. Someone would be ready to get hurt just to be next to her. But that someone was not here yet, therefore, she had to suffer till they came. 

         The pills were a total waste of money. they never worked. Fiona got off of her bed and walked to the bathroom. She switched on the water heating and sat there, thinking about her miserable life. When the water was ready, she got intot he shower. Shower was llike a decision making place for her. Well, it is for most of the teenagers. She stayed in the shower for around thirty minutes. She got out of it, wrapped a towel and got out of the bathroom. She opened the closet door. Unlike many girls, her closet  was quite empty. A few jeans, tops, 3 jackets and one dress still in its packing. She had a few converse, shoes and only one black heels to go with that dress. That dress was supposed to be the dress she wore for the best day ever of her life. Sadly, it never happened. She grabbed a blue shirt, black jeans and put them on. It was already 7:30. School started in half an hour. She would have to hurry as she walked to school. She took a bite of the granola bar on the kitchen counter/study table and drank a glass of water as her breakfast. She put the the comic books and the toy car she had brought for her little brother in her bag. she was going to see Dan straight from school. She grabbed her jacket, raincoat and bag and stepped out of her house. It was more like a two-room apartment. She had got it from her uncle who had been very nice to give her the house. Well, she had to pay for it but comparatively less. She took a deep breath, plugged in her earplugs, covered her damp hairs with the hood of her brown jacket and started walking to her school. It felt like voluntarily walking towards hell. It took her 20 minutes to walk to school. She was walking towards the school enterance when someone grabbed her hand. She turned around and saw the guy from yesterday's detention. Not the jerk, the nice one. She didn't know even one o ftheir names. She referred to them as the jerk and the nice guy. 

                     "Hey. I am Louis. Uhmm, we kinda met yesterday". He said, smiling. His smile was flattering. His eyes were heaven. His eyes were like a sea you would happily drown in. But it was a sea filled with pain and grief. A sea with ships full of regret and remorse. Beautiful but pained. 

                    "Oh hii. I remember". She said. Slight traces of a smile on her lips. 

                   "Sorry about Sam. He is a handful."