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Where the burnished ichor

Stains, broken walls

Even then there is

A sepulchral glory to it all

I walk into the living room to face my parents.

"Did you get your test results?" Asked mum.

My hands twitch a little, my heart thunders in my chest. I look down , feeling slightly guilty because she's smiling. I've never disappointed her. Not since year 7.

"55% 3U Math," I felt like I was reciting a poem of my failures. "75% for 2U Math, 79% for Biology, 84% for both Extension History and Extension English, 92% for English and 93% for Ancient."

You're probably thinking Hey Rhys that isn't too bad. Sure, but as I said I usually get over 90% for every single subject, so thing is a new low for me.

"Well it's alright," she says smiling, but is seems forced, barely disguising her concern. "Are you sure everything is alright at school and..."

"Yeah I'm good mum just..."

"Do you want me to set up an appointment with a therapist, it could..."

"No."

"Rhys..."

"I'm fine, I'm not going crazy."

"I never said that."

~~~

As the holidays start the marks on my body have faded to like the green in the trees have started to fade. But the mental scars are still there. I try to ignore the, but they flare up out of nowhere.

I must sound like a broken record. I feel like a broken record.

Stuck on the same line, unable to move forward. I don't talk to anyone about it. Not even Salih, though I know he's waiting for me to bring it up. I know he's ready to help.

He does help, in his own little way. He drags me out of the house for one. Today he insists that I watch Infinity War with him. Both of us are Marvel Buffs. In all honesty with all the crap that was going through me right now I had forgotten that Infinity War was even happening.

I guess it will help me take my mind off things.

~~~

This chapter is incomplete. Sorry.

-Alekos P.

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