Forever alone(complete)

Dreaming

The breeze flew through my hair as I was being carried.

I had a sharp pain near my nose, and on my cheek.

My head ached, but I barely managed to see the guy carrying me.

I'm dumb enough to not recognise him, but it felt like he was running the way I was shaking.

Everything went black as the voice called out to me, saying that he always cared.

I've heard this before, I can't remember where.

I sat up, my hair falling on my face. Stupid hair. Even though it was up to my shoulders, it flipped on my face.

I pushed it out, and got off the bed, wiping my eyes.

As I wiped, I realised that there were tears running down my cheeks.

Huh, that was weird.

I went to the bathroom, and washed my face when I felt something bumpy on my chubby cheek.

Everyone calls me that, chubby.

Why do I have to look so young compared to my age?

I'm 13, and so many people think I'm 11 and sometimes even 10.

Weird right?

I rubbed my cheek, when it started hurting.

I took my hand out, surprised obviously so I looked closer in the mirror.

The was a thin line running down my cheek and near my nose.

I took a step back, and stood there when my eyes were drooping down.

I blinked a few times and looked at my watch.

It was 6. My mum must have woken up by now.

I leaned against the door as I pulled my hair.

I know, you may be thinking, why are you overreacting?

You might have scratched yourself in your sleep that's all.

But you don't know the whole story do you?

It happened before, and it may happen again.

Oh please no.

I stood in the shower until my skin went all wrinkly.

I dried myself and changed into my uniform.

Amazing how I look so different from my normal cut shoulders in this neatly ironed uniform.

Not.

I stuffed toast in my mouth and ran for the bus stop.

This was my new daily routine.

I looked at the bus coming my way, and stood.

I got on, and looked down.

I didn't want any questions on the ity bity mark on my face.

Just in case someone anyone noticed.

Which no one did.

Thank god, I didn't exactly have a good excuse, and I'm seriously bad at lying.

Aanish figured that out way too easily, he was the first one to know my crush.

We had our normal conversation, on random stuff like teasing each other and etc.

I trust him like I trust no one else.

Everyone forgot about me at one point.

Even Anna did.

The way I felt was like her friendship was forced.

Then again, who would want to be friends with me?

Suddenly I had an odd thought.

Or maybe not a thought, a wish.

A wish that my dream would come true. And if it did, it would be the best day of my life.