Chapter seven

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"Get up Logan!"

I blinked open my eyes. Ow. The dried tears made my eyelashes stick together, so I rubbed my face with the back of my hand in hopes of clearing it out.

Sunlight poured through the windows hitting me in the eyes. I scrunched up my face.

"Logan!"

"I'm up!" I called to my dad. My voice sounded strange, scratchy-like, almost like I was crying all night. Oh wait.

I hated that I gave so many tears to him, I just hated tears in general. They're just there to show me and the rest of the world that I still have a little bit of weakness left.

. . .

I was in my closet staring at my body, seeing if I have gotten better. My ribcage still showed a lot and the curves that I once had were slowly coming back, even though I still looked like a twig.

I hate what you did to me Jake.

Sighing, I put on my normal T-shirt, thin jacket, and shorts.

. . .

"What took you so long to get ready today?" My dad asked me as I trudged upstairs after finally contained my frizzy mess of hair.

"Didn't sleep well." I croaked, eating my toast.

"Are you still having nightmares? Do you need me to find you a councilor here?"

I hate how my dad can see through me sometimes.

"No no dad I'm fine."

He still looked suspicious. "Well, I have things to do today and I need the car so I'm taking you to school." He stood up and began walking to the door after I finished my food.

"Ok." I followed him and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

. . .

Dad pulled up by the school. "Bye Logan, have a good day!" He called after I kissed his cheek and got out of the old truck.

"See ya dad."

I walked inside the school, only glancing at the spot Harry and Mitch fought for a pointless reason.

I walked into home room to find everyone's eyes on me. I tried to ignore them and held my head up while walking over to Samantha.

"Hey." I breathed as I say down next to her, only to find her staring at me like everyone else. "Oh not you to!" I complained.

She raised her eyebrow. "Do you not remember what you did or something?"

I looked at her confused until I remembered the fight.

"Oh, the um, fight?"

"Yes!" She exclaimed exasperatedly. "What was that all about?"

"Well, um, I..-"

"Do you have a crush on Harry?"

"What!? No I-"

"People are saying you tried to defend him and punched Mitch Saxton in the nose!"

"I did punch him, but I wasn't defending Harry.. I was-"

"What?" Damn she was pushy.

I looked around, the whole class was listening to me talk.

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