Love To Hate You | ✔

19

Ruby

Lucas loves me?

He truly loves me?

Why?

I sighed scrunching up the paper, throwing it in the bin – opening my draw grabbing the matches, quickly lighting one and tossing it in the bin with the paper. I made sure everything was okay, protecting the important objects around me and only making a small fire.

I huffed out a dry but bitter laugh, biting my lip watching the paper slowly burn away in the bin - I watched as the orange flame slowly took the white and pure piece of paper and turn it in nothing, small dishevelled pieces that meant nothing - until it was too much to take due to a small but harmful grey smoke arose from there, making me throw the water, which was sitting bubbling away in the glass on my desk, in the bin hearing that sizzling satisfying sound.

Sighing I slowly walked out of my room, to be greeted with Mrs. Jackson "Hey." I wasn't in the mood, "Morning dear-" She stopped and sniffed, "-Why is there a burning smell?"

I shrugged, knowing what she was on about, but I stood clear of having to explain she hadn't needed to know, but knowing Mrs. Jackson she would find out anyway. She put her hands on her hips and raised a brow, "Now are you lying to me?" See?

I shook my head, "It better not be that letter that boy gave me to give to you - Lucas, was it?" I scoffed, "No..."

She murmured something but shook it off. "Breakfast?"

"Sorry, I can't. I need to see an old friend of mine." She nodded, "Well... I'm going to the hospital later, if you want to join me?" I cringed slightly, "Erm..." I sighed, "I'll think about it."

"Alright dear." Walking to the bathroom, I turned to the mirror looking straight into it.

This is who I am.

Me, all me.

The girl with the bright red hair, the girl with freckles. The girl's eyes who were perfect shade of blue like a whirlpool – they would drink in every victim who stared straight at them.

But that changed after him – my hair wasn't the brightest, my freckles soon faded out and my eyes? Well it seems they drank themselves out of happiness and now were a whirlpool of nothing.

Running a hand through my hair, I started to undress. Stepping into the shower, my toes flinched as they touched the cold ceramic flooring. My mind was in shreds; I can't get that fact that he loves me out of my head.

I turned the dial, old and rusty, releasing thousands of lukewarm droplets, it drips down by my side, darkening my hair, as my mind soon starts to fade into dullness and everything turns to a foggy illusion. The sensation of the warm water helps me; it erases my mind of things that I can't escape.

All the things I honestly care so much about. My mind does wonders, it feels like I'm standing under an everlasting waterfall, but it can't last.

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Once I finished my shower, I grabbed a towel wrapping tightly around my body, letting my hair freely fall behind, I threw my clothing in the washing bin and walked out feeling the steam follow ever so slightly behind.

I flinched at the sudden chill of the wooden flooring beneath my feet, making me walk quicker to my room, sighing in content as I felt the carpet beneath my feet – hugging my toes, as I walked to my bed.

"Red?" Gasping I turned to see a shadow in the corner of my room, "Lu-Lucas?" I hissed.

"What...what are you doing here? Get out!" I held onto the towel as tightly as I possibly could.