1 - The Events

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Nick's POV

It happened so fast, too fast. The car tipped and the darkness took over....

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"I'm sorry but....they didn't make it"

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"There lovely people! You'll love them!"

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"I'm sorry but, he didn't make it"

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There was so much pain it was unbearable, so many cuts and bruises....but it was okay, I deserved it. I had time, they went to the pub for at least 3 hours.

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"You tried to, em..... it don't work"

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"Look who we have here, boys, fresh meat"

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"What's that on your should-

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

I slammed my hand on my alarm and got out of my comfortable bed, unfortunately. It was Monday morning, I got ready into my all-black attire and left the house quickly.

I walked about 10 minutes to the bus station and put both my earphones in while I was waiting, they were blasting The Brightest Green by Anarbor. It sounded so happy. I wish I was that happy. I listened to the lyrics closely and noticed that it wasn't as happy as it sounded, how songs can deceive you.

The bus arrived and I got on, the song changing to Bullet by Hollywood Undead. Great. Just what I need.

After listening to a selection of songs the bus arrived and I walked about another 10 minutes to hell- *cough* I mean school what.

I could see some girl group staring at me with sympathy, 6 of them. They don't feel sympathy, they probably just want to find out the whole story so they can gossip to the whole school.

I went straight to my first class, Physics. Ugh can I just be in Music and art the whole day, I'd greatly appreciate that.

Break came by and I sat underneath the stairs. No body, and I mean no body comes down here, ever. It's dark, quiet and lonely. Perfect.

My earphones were in again producing the lovely sound of Panic! At The Disco. I started writing in my lyric book;
You've got me shaking from the way your talking,
My heart is breaking but there's no use crying,
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes,
If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die.

That's all I have so far. I decided to just put my head back and get lost in the music again.....until I felt a presence. God I'm like a cat. I looked over to my left and saw a group of people walk this way. There was 5 of them, I sunk as low as I could in the corner.

They stopped and look at me. Fuck, I've been rumbled. I know what everyone's thinking now. How is that 'no one comes down here holding up for you Nick. God, did I just fucking jinx myself?

"Um, hello?" One said. I didn't answer,
I looked down. I knew they were going to do something. I had to get away. I noticed one was looking at my book, shit, I left it out. I quickly lifted it up and put it in my bag, causing the boy who was looking at it to look at me.

I made eye contact for a brief second so I picked my bag up and ran away. I went to my next class which was music. Thank god.

Music just consisted of the class doing whatever they wanted on the instruments while the teacher went round and heard and/or watched what everyone was doing. Wait that sounded creepy. Well, you get what I mean.

It's right now I'm actually opening my eyes to the world, or, school and I guess I should say eye, not eyes. A few of those boys that came up to me at lunch are on this class. Wow, I'm not very observant am I? Honestly that's probably because I spend at least 70% of my life with earphones in.

They kept looking at me, I tried to ignore them but I feel so uncomfortable. Jeez, do any of them have any form of secrecy for wanting me to notice or are they fully comfortable with blatantly staring at me. Yes, okay.

The bell rang after last period. Home. Oh how much fun that is. I made my way to 'home' and stopped at my driveway. I pushed the door open and went straight to my room, again, you guessed it, putting my earphones in.

Okay, so this is my new story. I'm gonna try to make it at least seem professional this time but I can already tell it really isn't going to be. Hope you enjoy this story. Also hope you all had a really good Christmas xxx

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