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Save Me

I woke up gasping for breath. The nightmares. They were back. I fumbled for the light switch and winced as the bright light blinded me. I sat up pushing the covers from me. I stumbled to the bathroom trying to regain my balance, I felt for the light switch and was met by a tired reflection in the mirror. I ignored it and began to splash cool water onto my face. I walked back into the room and looked at my alarm clock, 4:37 it read, I debated going back to sleep as i could really do with those extra two hours but I was already wide awake so decided against it. My phone flashed, I picked it up and began to read through the recent messages

"Babe please call me back"

"Gemma reply to me"

"This is ridiculous, call me back now!"

I rolled my eyes, deleted the messages and laid my phone back on my bedside table. I pulled my cover hastily over my shoulder, maybe catching up on those extra two hours sleep wasn't such a bad idea after all.

The sound of my alarm clock echoed through my head, i rolled over to check the time, 8:53. I fluttered my eyes open and groaned, feeling for my clock to turn the alarm off. Once the beeping had stopped I laid still and tried to organise my thoughts. My head was spinning as I walked into the bathroom, I took a long shower letting the hot water wash over me. I stood there for what felt like hours, getting lost in my own thoughts again. Once I had dried off and found some sweats and a shirt I headed downstairs.

"-right there. I'm coming now" spoke my Mum into her mobile

I brushed my tangled hair from my face and reached for a glass and juice from the table. As i began to pour my Mum started talking but i wasn't interested.

"Gemma. Gemma, are you listening?"

"Sorry, yes" I lied setting the carton back on the table

" I have to cover for someone at work today as they're ill so just entertain yourself and make sure you finish off your homework. I'll be back by 6 o'clock" she spoke firmly

I felt relieved i wouldn't have to spend the day with her but was too busy sipping at my juice, trying not to spill it to be enthusiastic. " Okay sure, have a good day" I mumbled making my way back upstairs

I sat at my desk and opened my laptop, the screen came alive. I entered my password- I don't trust my parents- and clicked onto facebook. I felt the door slam below me as I scrolled through my timeline, No messages. No notifications. No surpise. I closed my laptop and walked over to my chest of draws and peered at myself in the decorative mirror that sat on top, a gift from my Aunt for my birthday last year, I had never particularly liked the mirror but my Mum had insisted i use it and not be so ungrateful. I took a hard look at my reflection. I saw an average height sixteen year old with bad skin and murky brown eyes. My hair hung lifeless, just reaching my shoulders. I exhaled deeply and began to fiddle with the the bar of my septum piercing. I had begged Mum to let me get it last summer but now I don't know what the big deal was. I walked over to my bedside table and picked up my phone, flicking through the contacts until i got to C. I pressed 'call' and waited for the dialing tone.

"Gemma?" spoke the other line

" Look Chris, it's over. We're over. Let it go" I warned

" Babe c'mon, i love you. Give me another chance" he pleaded

" Chris, leave me alone. Forget us, forget me. Its never going to happen" I reminded him

The line was silent for minutes before the voice spoke again " Fine Gemma, don't take me back. But let me warn you that you'll regret it, you'll regret ever messing with me" This time the line went dead. I stood confused as to what had just happened but decided to ignore it and get on with some school work.

I searched around my room until I had found my school bag, I emptied its contents onto my bed and began rummaging through it looking for my maths books. Maths was the only homework Mrs Brady had given us for the weekend, I was grateful for this when i came to realise that it was not just one page but several. I sped through the maths taking short breaks to check my phone. Once i had finished i put my books away and checked the time, 11:13. I still had ages until Mum was home, i decided to head to town to kill some time. 

I ran down the stairs, missing the last two, making a thud as I landed. I headed for the cupboard under the stairs and grabbed my old converse and a scruffy hoodie. I reached for my keys, shoving them in my pocket and pulled the front door shut behind me. It wasn't a particularly warm day so i pulled my hood up and buried my hands in my pockets. The walk was only ten minutes or so but i was in no rush. The street seemed so desolate, i guess the bad weather drove people indoors. I kept my head down, watching my steps to make sure i didn't step on any cracks- as much as i can sometimes hate my Mum I don't wanna break her back. Soon enough i had reached my destination, Woody's Record Store. The paint was pealing on the sign and the windows looked as if they hadn't been cleaned in decades. Regardless I pushed open the door feeling the warm air rush onto my face. I pushed my hood back and patted my hair down. I came here a lot, it's normally empty so I can just relax and enjoy gazing upon all the records. However today i had company. I made my way to the rock section and began to flick through the records even though I probably had a million times before. As I looked around something caught my eye, it was a man. He had picked up a record and was staring intently at it. I couldn't look away, it was like I was in a trance. Suddenly he looked up, I glanced away and pretended to read a record. I peered over the top to see if he was still there, he was looking right at me. Shit, he saw me staring. I put the record down but could feel myself blushing. He let out a contented laugh, I couldn't help but notice the way his nose and eyes crinkled as he did so. He looked my way and gave me a smile then began to flick through the records again. I tried to carry on browsing, as if nothing had happened but I couldn't. He was gorgeous. The way his hazel coloured hair fell in a wisp to one side and his veins protruded through his tanned skin. His eyes a shimmering green that I could tell held mystery. He wore a black vest that hung loosely on his frame, dark jeans and black vans. I was enticed by him and I didn't know why, something told me there was more to him then meets the eye, and I was curious enough to find out what.