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Chapter 3 ☠ Wasting Away

Chapter 3

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Allie's POV

It's pretty awful to wake up on a Saturday when the night before you've just had your heart broken by a guy who basically abused you.

Do you ever go to sleep and forget everything bad that happened and then wake up and your in the saMe nightmare again?

That's how I felt but it's been a long time since this happened.

I stayed in my room the whole day.

Laying in bed watching Supernatural. Listening to music.

No matter what I did I realized I would silently cry once every while having the though of Damien come to mind.

I don't miss him.

I shouldn't anyway after the things he did.

I think it's normal for these things to happen though.

All of the sudden Saturday was gone and it was Sunday.

I didn't eat anything yesterday. Eating was the last thing I could think about.

My sister continually asked me to make sure I was okay.

She knew i was barley holding it together. 

I felt worthless, and used... betrayed.

*The next day*

I woke up and of course I had barley enough energy to even put on a smile.

I arrive at school in grey sweats and a black hoodie with my hair in a very messy bun and did some eyeliner and mascara so the bags under my eyes wouldn't stand out.

I walked to school alone from there.

I'm in the halls to my first period , history, which Niall had with me.

I was so tired I didn't even notice that he was walking right next to me.

"Allie?"

I heard his voice touch the word.

"Yeahh?"

We continued walking.

"Are you okay from Friday?"

He hesitated to ask.

"Oh yeah." I sigh with a little hint of sarcasm.

He lowered an eyebrow.

"Do you need a Horan hug?"

He side smiles joking at me.

I kind of smile at this.

I hug him kind of quick before we walk In to class which did actually make me feel a bit better.

I lean on my arm the entire class thinking.

Luckily my History teacher is pretty young and he understands kinda if you don't pay attention. Of course he would get mad at us when we go wild but he laughs about it after.

Once class got out I started having slight anxiety thinking because Damien sat right behind me in 2nd period.

Just great.

I don't have that class with Niall either.

Let's see his this turns out.

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End of school

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I just got at the end of the empty stairs carrying my books and then Daminen smashes into me.

I caught myself with balance and turn around towards him to see he was smiling at me.

In a very disturbing way though.

"Please - just leave me alone."

I directly said to him taking a breathe and I was about to speed walk away until he grabbed my hand and kisses my cheek.

You little.

I pushed as far away as I could and smacked his hand down roughly.

He just stood their with an evil smirk.

"You fucking listen up here . If you dare ever go near me or touch me again at all you-"

All the sudden he over talked me with his raspy voice controlling the "conversation".

"Alexis you knew I wasn't sober that night why are you treating me so terrible? Just get back together with me."

Just to hear him lie like this made me wanted to take 2 cooking pans and smash him together.

In the middle of his question I quickly ran off from Him.

I looked back to check if he was behind me.

No sign he was following me.

I usually would walk home with Niall but sometimes you just need to be alone.

I got home and realized that no one was home, even my sister was still at school.

I walked past everything straight to the bathroom.

I shut the door and locked it, sinking myself down to the floor against the door starting to let tears fall out of my eyes.

My mind was completely filled with thoughts and worries.

So much to worry about.

The tears starting to turn into cries.

Why, why, why, why.

I sat on the floor crying for what felt like the longest time.

I finally ran out of tears to cry and got up.

I walked past my full length mirror; Barley even wanting to check if I looked okay, because I knew I looked bloody awful.

I saw dark bags under my eyes that stood out the most from my face. I've never felt this tired since the fire.

I looked awful.

I felt terrible.

The problem is I don't know why Tired.

I can't point out one thing that brings me down.

It's just all of it is breaking me down until I can't even point out whats wrong.

I'm tired but no a amount of sleep in the world can fix how tired I am.

I know. It's pretty weird how I describe it.

But even I can't describe how I feel.

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A/N:

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Sorry this story is going to get more sad. It's summer so I think I'll try to update at least once every week or so. I have to update way more but yeah do you like this story so far? :))

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