You're Safe With Me.. (Sequel to Rise And Shine) *Jahvie*

Mourning

Dahvie's P.O.V

"Dahvie! I'm not going to say it again, get your ass up! Time for school!"

I groaned and lowly sat up, feeling weak and tired. I sat for a few minutes, trying to gather myself together before getting up and heading towards the closet, turning on the light.

I picked out my white and grey striped hoodie and grey Bat-Man shirt and black skinny jeans, quickly putting them on before striding over to the bathroom, getting out my stuff.

I sighed and started applying my eyeliner. I don't want to do this. I don't want to go back. I want to stay in my bed and sit on my computer and talk to everyone like I've been doing for the past four months and a half.

I wasn't able to go to Cyber school because I'm not 'smart enough'. So, I have to go to a stuck-up public school. I haven't gotten bullied so far yet which is good I guess, and I think I've made a few friends.

I looked at my handy-work in the mirror and frowned, seeing the bags under my eyes only got worse. I bent down my head and lifted up my hoodie and shirt, exposing my rips. Ever since we've moved, I've refused to eat. I think I ate a spoonfull of plain rice once this past few months but that's pretty much it. On the bright side, I reached 100 pounds, but I think I might weigh a little less than that now.

I added some concealer under my eyes and saw the bags slowly disapeer, making me look nice and healthy like I wasn't.

My depression got worse over the time too. Isn't that fucking wonderful? Now, I take pills. No, mom still doesn't know. I've been visiting the doctor secretly for the past weeks. I take the pills daily but they do nothing but do shit to my mood and make me feel shitier.

Jayy kept his promise though. I can't think of one day that he hasn't called me on Skype with everybody else. I love seeing them, I really do. But it only hurts me a little more knowing that I won't be able to see them in real-life.

It might seem cliche' but whenever I see only Jayy, I feel better. I don't know why, it just.. happens. Bradley said the same thing happns when he Skype's Mason.

I looked up at the mirror and frowned at my reflection again. "Only one more month Dahvie.. you can manage through.."

A sudden banging made me jump and look at the locked door. "C'mon! You're going to miss your bus."

I sighed and quickly teased up my hair a little bit before walking out, coming face-to-face with mom. She smiled and held up my backpack. "Ready?"

I tried to smile at her but it was hard. "Yeah."

I've gotten pretty quiet too since we moved here. I don't talk to anybody anymore that much really. My voice has gotten a lot quieter.

In school, I'm shy and I hide. I fucking hate it. I'm not used to being shy anymore, I'm actually used to being myself and standing out. The only times I actually smile or laugh is when someone actually does something seriously funny.

Yeah, I'm still a smart-ass to teachers and stuff. I even got suspended for two days for calling Mrs. Greco a bitch. She deserved it.

I grabbed my phone and earbuds, putting them in my pocket and followed her outside and into the car, propping my feet on the dashboard and leaning back in my seat.

She started the car and started driving down the road. "So... how's life for you?"

I chuckled bitterly. "Fucking horrible."

From the corner of my eye I could see her frown. "Dahvie.. I know it's hard-"

"No, you do not know what it feels like. Your best friend travels for her job so you get to see her all the time." I cut her off.