its scary how one minute you'll be so happy it hurts and you'll be laughing and smiling and you want time to stop because you never want that moment to end and then you will see something or hear something and it all comes crashing down and you're left lying on the floor at 5 in the morning pounding your fist into the ground with no one to help and no one knows and you're all alone and breaking apart and its all too much and the voices won't stop yelling and it hurts
it hurts
it hurts
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Chapter Three
I woke up suddenly, still startled by my dream.
‘Jealousy, turning saints into the sea – Swimming through sick lullabies’
My phone went off, blaring the ringtone from under my purple pillow.
“Hello?”
“It’s time girl!” Amelia announced, in her usual enthusiastic tone.
“Amy I had that dream again,”
“That dream? Shit, this is turning into a horror movie”
“Shut up... hold on, are you calling me from class?”
“Yep. Don’t worry, you know I never get caught.”
“No, I can name several situations were you have been caught on the phone”
“Whatever, whatever, but the whole dream thing... maybe- SHIT GOTTA GO GOTTA GO GOTTA GO”
The call ended and I laughed as I imagined the teacher’s reaction after catching her on the phone.
Oh how I wish I was there.
I sat up on my bed, surrounded in warm sheets and blankets and rubbed my eyes.
“Time to sneak out” I muttered to myself.
I pulled the sheets off and the cold air hit me in seconds, lovely.
After getting changed into a casual set of clothes and converse, I hurried through the corridors of lockers and classrooms. They were filled with loud students on their way to lunch.
I took the back door out, the exit students have been specifically told not to use.(If Amelia was here she would strut out the doors muttering "hashtag rebellious, hashtag sneakout, hashtag yolo, hashtag schoolis4losers" oh dear)
I took a neglected, public bus into the heart of Manchester. The bus ride wasn’t too pleasant, I got sneezed on twice by a twelve year old boy who wore a rainbow scarf.
After escaping the twelvie school boy I walked a couple of kilometres before reaching the hill above the arena. Or at least I hope that’s the hill above the arena... google maps better not be lying to me again.
I took the easy route around the hill and down the concrete footpath alongside the road,
Halfway down the footpath, the arena came into view.
It was quite a large stadium, I’d been to many concerts here with Amy and go past all the time. Seeing it now was odd in a way, without all the usual fans and merch stalls it seemed wrong to approach.
I made my way down to the backdoors to a man in a black suit and a severely straight face.
"Is this the place I go to for the, uhh, x factor run-through?"
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