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"You have to die a few times before you can really live"

-Charles Bukowski 


Freya's POV:-

It was so not a good morning. Far from it. I still felt nauseous and I peed more times this morning than I do in a whole goddamn day.  Maybe it was the food I had last night. I could really take this seriously and go see a doctor but you know me. I think I might even sleep for a week just to get away from going to the doctor. God I hate hospitals and clinics. Brenda always used to say that I was phobic of hospitals but then again who loves going to the doctor. 

Despite all this I decided to go to class because I cannot stay cramped up in this cabin anymore. At some point it starts to feel like that the walls are going to eat me. I cannot listen to the voicemail's, I cannot read the messages and I certainly cannot contemplate the consequences of every decision I've made so far. Not anymore. So I needed to go to class.  

That did not prove to be a great idea. First I tried to take shower and the water was freezing cold. I thought I would die of hypothermia. Thankfully the fire place I had kept running, kept the cabin warm and toasty when I got out. Then as I was making my way to the Inn I slipped and fell, though I had fallen on some snow covered bush so it was on the snow I had fell. Not a good feeling when you're already not so warm.

Now as I finally reached the Inn I found Mason leaning on his jeep and laughing at me. He saw me fall and scream yet didn't help. Asshole.

"Those branches might have stabbed me. You could've helped." I got in the car and slammed the door shut. He chuckled and then walked over getting in the drivers seat. 

About five minutes after we've left I started feeling that wave of fatigue. Good thing I wasn't walking. Laying my head back I closed my eyes for a few minutes. Mason the devil obviously had other plans because I don't know after a few minutes he blasted off the stereo to full volume. 

I literally had a heart attack. After I shut it off with much struggle I decided he was supposed to die today. I was so ready but then I heard a few other people laughing too and guess what, we were at the campus already. 

"You weren't waking up. It was so much fun, you have no idea." I was still in shock while he got out of the car. A few seconds later I regained composure and followed suit only because I had all intention to punch his nose in, but before I could, Luke got in the way. 

"I will kill him Luke. Let me go" Luke held my arm back before I could take a swing at Mason. 

"Come on it was just a joke." Mason laughed it off. It was just yesterday I told him that we should try to keep out of each others way so I can survive here. 

"First, you watched while I slipped and fell on a bush that had pointy branches, if not for my coat they would have stabbed me. You saw me struggle to get up because of the slippery ice and then you laughed at me and now you purposely boosted your goddamned speakers when you knew I had dosed off. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!" I turned back to Luke who was effectively holding my arm back 

"Let go of me Luke!"

"Is it my duty to catch you when you fall or vomit all over my damn shoes or maybe lets see is it my duty to be your chauffeur and your goddamn bodyguard! What I did in the car was a payback for what you did yesterday. You just walked here like a princess on her high horse getting everything she wants. Did you ever have to work to get anything or you just talk sweet and people fall for that crap!!!" I stopped struggling and stared at him. 

Is that what he really thought about me? I turned to Luke who himself was watching Mason with an astonished face. People had stopped around us and they were staring at me. Humiliation was just a word for it. Why in the hell did I ever agree to be picked and dropped by him. I was already trying to build something for myself in spite of the fact that I missed Aaron and I missed my friends and family. It always felt like this dull ache in my heart whenever I thought about them.

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