(Flash back)
It was the day of our final A-level exam, Russian History. Me, Mark, Murph, Rose and Saga were all waiting outside the exam hall. Rose got told off for rolling a cigarette and sighed before putting it back into her pocket. I leaned my head on Saga's shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?" I asked her, she shuffled her feet.
"Yep. Are you?"
"Underprepared but history never was one of my strengths"
"Why did you take an A-level for it?" Murph laughed.
"Filler subject"
"Fairs" Saga looked down at me. Her blue eyes glistened in the sunlight. She was the only stunning one in that room. My world revolved around a girl who never texted me back, always flaked on me and yet I still loved her.
I was behind Murph in the exam and after finishing 15 minutes early, staring at his back for 15 minutes, time was up. The papers were collected and we were allowed to leave. Murph and Rose started rolling cigarettes as soon as they were out of the hall and I looked around for Saga. I collected my bag and looked around for her. It was nowhere to be seen. We all stood outside the school while the others smoked, I frantically texted Saga. She wasn't replying. That was nothing new but it was odd that she didn't wait around for us.
"She might have just gone home" Murph said.
"She would have told me" I looked at him.
"I'm sure it's fine" Mark reassured me, patting my arm. I had a horrible feeling about this one.
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Too lost for therapy - The Wombats
Teen Fiction"He's gonna bring you down, Dan. I'm not gonna sugar-coat it, he's just gonna hold you back." TRIGGERS: This story contain strong mentions of suicide, self harm, PTSD and other mental illnesses throughout. Readers digression is advised.
