High school troubles (Completed)

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Delirious' pov
It was Monday now and I didn't feel up to going to school at all. I'd stayed up late helping my dad again but this time something terrible happened. I felt horrible for it and I knew it was going to cause drama at school if it got out.

"It's okay Evan. Everything is going to be okay," I heard Ohm trying to comfort Evan as he was crying, his legs pulled tightly to his chest and face buried into his knees. I ran over to them but stopped a distance from Evan. I didn't want to crowd him and seeing him like this made my guilt grow even more.

"W-what happened?" I asked, my nerves making me shake ever so slightly as I looked at the sobbing boy.

"His mum committed suicide last night," Tyler said in a low voice. I felt my heart sink before trying to break out of my chest. I was going to have a break down in front of everyone. I couldn't let them see. I needed my medication.

Everyone turned to me as I frantically searched through my back with blurry, darkening vision. I felt my legs going numb as my breathing shortened and I couldn't make my shaking hands grab anything.

My bag suddenly fell to the ground but I was to shaken to pick it up; only trying to focus on my breathing. I noticed muffled voices all around me but I couldn't tell what they were saying. I only remember something being shoved into my hands and drinking something icey cold.

Slowly everything began to return to normal and I could see clearly again. My breathing was still a little off but it was slowly fixing itself. I looked up to see Ohm and Luke kneeling down in front of me, the others slightly further back.

I was able to catch a glance of Evan's tear stained face but his expression didn't show sorrow, more like surprise and wonder. I was confused as to why everyone shared the same expression as the looked at me.

Maybe because I just had a full on break down and had to take medication to stop it when only a few people knew? But that didn't explain why Evan, Luke, Ohm and Bryce were giving me a surprised look.

A gush of wind blew against my tears and made my face cold and suddenly it hit me. My mask. I didn't have my mask on. They could see my face. They're going to find out who I am. They're going to leave me like the others did. They're going to hurt me for being so ugly.

I felt my breathing pick up again as I hid my face from everyone. I felt a wave of anxiety, something I hadn't felt in so long, wash over me and nearly threw up. I felt my body begin to shake as hands grabbed my wrists but they didn't yank me around or try to hit me... they gently pulled my hands from my damp face and revealed a soft smile.

"Why did you hide something so beautiful?" Evan whispered, making more tears fall down my face. I'm not beautiful. I'm a monster. But he doesn't know that. He knows me as someone I'm not. A fake side of me.

I didn't like the stares I was getting. Everyone was looking at me and my break down had created a bit of a scene for people to look at and whisper about. I buried my face into Evan's shoulder, trying to hide from everything.

He wrapped his arms around me and tried to calm me down. I heard him tell the others something about meeting them in class or something before footsteps faded away from us. I hadn't even noticed the bell had rung but right now I didn't care. They'd seen my face and surely they'd figure everything out in a matter of time.

"Delirious?" Evan whispered. I gave a slight squeak in response. "Why?" I looked up at him confused. Why what? Why am I such a freak? Why am I so ugly? Why did I not tell the truth about everything? Why WHAT!

"Why did you hide such a beautiful face from the world?" Evan asked, as if reading my thoughts slightly.

"I-I'm n-not be-eaut-tif-ful," I stuttered out in a shaky voice. Fresh tears stained my face as he cupped my checks. I looked down, trying to hide my face again but he held it in place.

"Don't say that. You're beautiful no matter what you think or say," he whispered and I felt a strange feeling build up in my chest. I didn't know how to react. I didnt7know what to say. Surely he was lieing about my looks. I wasn't anything he was describing. I was an ugly monster. But that wasn't why I hid my face and I wasn't about to tell him that.

I just gave a weak nod before looking down, this time he let me. I heard him sigh before he moved around a little, holding my mask out for me to take. I took it with a shaky hand, not looking up as I pulling it over my face.

I felt the warm comfort of my breath hitting my face and relaxed a little but they still knew. They knew what I looked like and soon they'll be able to put everything together. I couldn't stay here. I need to tell my father about this. He's going to be so angry at me...

"You ready to go to class?" Evan asked, seeming to forget about his mother as he focused on me. I felt horrible for it. He shouldn't even be talking to me. He wouldn't if he knew... if he found out the truth... I had to leave before he did.