Holly's P.O.V.
I walked into hell, I mean school, looking absolutely gorgeous, as always. I breathed in the smell of spot cream, boiled cabbage and dispair. Our school always had the lingering scente of boiled cabbage and spot cream no matter what you did. I sure didn't miss the stench. I ran a hand through my jet black hair and sighed. Why does the government continue to force me to come back here. I don't learn. I just get into trouble and break a lot of noses.
The hallways were overcrowded and packed with groups of friends hugging but I was alone. The only true friend I had ever had was my boyfriend, Caleb, but he's gone now. I bit my lip to help hold back the tears as I remembered the day he died. It was just an avarage day in December. I had just got out of his car after going to his parents house. We said goodbye, kissed and told eachother we loved eachother. We only got engaged two months prior to his death. He pulled over to fill up the tank and...
I cursed as a tear rolled down my cheek. I was numb about everything else but when it came to Caleb the pain was agonizing. I wanted to die when it happened. how dare they! They shot him to death for no good reason. It was just random. I got the phone call at eight. I was just laying on my bed, cotemplating texting him, when my Mother called me downstairs. She told me he was in hostpital and I assumed it was nothing life threatening. Maybe a broken leg at worse but my Mother told me he was in critical condition and was fighting for his life I was shocked. She told me he's been shot. I didn't remember the drive to the hostpital. I just remember sitting beside him while he was wired up to all those terrible looking machines, holding his frail hand and telling him to fight. I told him how much I loved him. I refused to release his hand when the heart moniter flatlined. I had to be dragged away while they tried desperately to revive him but I knew. I knew it was too late and when he died so did my heart. I held his cold, pale hands for hours willing him to come back but I knew it was far too late. I sobbed beside his lifeless body feeling useless. I remember placing a final kiss on his colourless lips, once soft and kissable now cold and lifeless, and mummering a final I love you before his body was taken away. I just screamed and sobbed until my eyes were dried out and my throat was raw.
For three months I had to be forced fed, bathed and babied by my Mother. She kept telling me I'll be okay but I'll never get over him. Nobody could compare to him. When I finally did get up I was a mess. I had lost a lot of weight and my eyes looked blank, like a sharks. No emotion showed except from pain and anger. It had been over a year since his death and the expression in my eyes was still the same. Empty of joy. My hair looked lank and greasy. My skin pale and the circles under my eyes extremely prominant. I looked like a zombie and felt worse. Eventually, I sunk into the daily routine. Wake up, shower, comb my hair, do my makeup, have breakfast, go to school, maybe have some lunch, work, come home, have dinner, act loving towards my Mother, do homework, sleep, repeat. I'm dead inside. Just a hollow shell. I just went with it.
I was, abruptly, torn away from the memories by the annoying sound of the bell. I contemplated showing up for homeroom today however I decided against and decided to go into the trees around the back of the school. I smirked. I bet my homeroom teacher didn't know who the never present girl on the class list was. I sat down with my back against a tree. I sighed and closed my eyes...
