A Day to Forget

Chapter 4:

It's so different. And empty. I should be telling you about my day at school. And about how nice Louis was. Or about Niall who continues to make me miserable for some reason even though I haven't even said a word to him. It should be you telling me what to do and to clean my room or do my homework. But it's not because you're not here.

A odd dot appears on the middle of my writing, and I hadn't noticed it was a tear. I was crying, and the piece of paper that was protruding from the first page of my journal didn't exactly help. I wasn't even sure how to feel anymore. It was like I was blank. Almost like all my emotions were gone. I wasn't even sure if I was okay. I just knew I wanted all this pain gone.

Pushing the piece of paper back into the book, I close it and set it back in it's normal spot in the bottom drawer of my desk. I felt like hell, like all my energy was drained out of my body I honestly just wanted to sleep for a while.

Falling back onto my bed, the large white bookcase across the room catches my eye. My eyes trail over the familiar book as I stop on Much Ado About Nothing, thinking of Louis briefly. I find my body moving me toward the bookcase until my hand finds the smooth cover. Letting my fingers run over the spine of it, I lightly pull it out glancing at the cover. The cover was a orangish yellow with the title written in black cursive letters that seem to dance in every direction.

The book was actually a play, but was written in a book like form. It held so many memories that seemed to feel as if someone was stabbing me. Carrying it back to my bed, I begin to read.

"Liya?" A small knock appears on my door causing my eyes to move to my grandma poking her head into my room.

"What are you doing?" She keeps her voice light like always, as she walks over to my bed and sits on the edge near my feet.

"Reading." I look up at her. Her mouth falls open slightly and her eyes turn glossy.

"That's a good one." She points to the book that sat now closed on my lap.

"I know." I say blankly. I could see she was trying really hard to keep it together, and I fight the urge to hug her tightly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She says before swallowing and getting up and walking out of my room.

It was just her usual routine, coming into my room to make sure I wasn't crying like I had been the first couple weeks I had been here.

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My alarm causes me to jump awake. Another nightmare had taken me of my sleep, and I felt even more exhausted than yesterday.

I quickly get ready once again, but taking a little more time in my appearance. My grandma was already waiting for me with her car keys twirling around her finger near the front door. The drive to school was silent again, but there wasn't much I could expect. I preferred it quiet anyways, it made it better for both of us. Dropping me off at the same spot yesterday, I spot Louis leaning against the stone building near the doors like he said he would be to meet me.

Saying a quick goodbye to my grandma I hurry toward Louis with anticipation jumping in my stomach.

"Long time no see." He lightly smiles revealing the dimple on his left cheek. Smiling at him, we make our way into the building.

"Hey I'll meet you in first period. Get there a little early so we can talk. I have to go to my locker and get my book I forgot." He apologetically smiles at me as I watch him turn into the opposite direction of my locker. Maybe if i hurried I could catch him on the way to English.

I make it to my locker quickly and grab my literature book off the top shelf. I wasn't sure why I was in such a hurry to see Louis, it just felt good to be able to call someone a friend.

Making my way down the hallway toward my English class, I hear muffled talking. Stopping, I peak around the corner I was about to turn and see Louis talking in a whisper with someone. Carefully leaning out more I see familiar blond hair. Niall and Louis carry on with their conversation with forceful looks on each others faces. They were out of my hearing, but the way both of their eyes furred into one others, I could tell it wasn't a good conversation.

Why were they talking? Remembering the way Louis looked at Niall yesterday when he had sat in front of him, appeared he didn't like him. Leaning in closer, I try to hear at least a little of their conversation, but fail because of the the loud hallway.

Staring at Niall's face, I could tell he was getting angry. His cheeks were slightly pink, and my eyes widen in fear as Niall pushes Louis against the lockers behind them causing a slight bang to erupt thought the hallway. I watch in horror as he brings his fist up, ready to hit Louis.

My feet move without command under me until I'm next to them and pushing Niall away from him. I can tell he was off guard from the way he stumbles to the side, but quickly regains his balance and stares at me with cold eyes.

"What the hell was that?" He spits at me in the too familiar voice.

"Don't fucking touch him." My words surprise not only Niall, but myself. My voice sounded strong, even though my legs were shaking worse than my hands.

"Stay the fuck out of it." He fires back after he regains his anger.

"I'll stay the fuck in what I want." I was in his face now, surprising myself even more. My pain and sadness- was now turned into anger. Hateful anger. Anger that sent fire through my body that was so intense I fight the urge to hit him.

This felt better- this anger, instead of my deep depressing sadness. It felt so good. Refreshing almost.

We stare into each others eyes angrily, and I can see his chest rising and falling quickly. His anger seemed to radiate to me, causing me to stand my ground. He suddenly looks over at where Louis stands than back at me before a smirk grows on his face, amusingly. Confusion washes over me as he begins to walks backwards into English, still holding that smirk on his face as if to mock me.