After work I head back home. I quickly freshen up and I change into jeans and a maroon t-shirt. I pair it with my white converse and I let my hair out of the ponytail.
Just then I hear a knock on my door. I rush to open it, and I am met with a smiling Brandon.
"Hi." I chuckle and allow him inside. "Hey. How was your day?" I shrug, "Fine, yours?" He nods, "Busy."
I nod, "You want something to eat?" He shakes his head, "I'm good thanks, we should probably go."
I sigh, "Yup. Can I at least know where we're going?" He shakes his head, "Nope. Now get in the car princess."
I frown and lock up before hopping into his car. He hands my the blindfold. I frown, "Seriously." He nods.
I groan, "Fine." He then starts his engine and we're off.
As soon as we arrive he tells me to keep my blindfold on. He opens my door and reaches for my hand and helps me out the car. We then start walking.
We walk inside some building and then he says slowly. "You may remove your blindfold." I sigh and remove it.
As soon as my eyes adjust with the lighting I freeze. Brandon sighs and walks to an office and he's talking to some lady about his appointment here.
I'm to shocked to listen. Once I've realised where I'm standing I feel anger radiate through my body.
I'm clenching my jaw. My hands are forming into fists. Brandon comes back to me, sympathy oozing from his features.
I fold my arms, "You brought me back to High School." He nods, "Savannah, I can explain."
I start tearing up, "You think this is some kind of joke? I pour my heart out to you and you bring me back here."
I turn on my heel and make my way out. He grabs my arm. "You need to trust me." I yank my arm out of his grip. "How? I just met you."
He stares at me, "Come on Savanah. You need to trust me." I glare at him, "No." He sighs, "Fine then, walk out of here. I can assure you that you need closure. I mean you didn't get a chance to get closure so you're dreams are constant reminders of what you've done. This is how the healing process starts. Tell me that you don't want to heal then we can get back into my car and go home."
I remain silent. He nods, "That's what I thought. You think I want to be here. All the memories come flooding back to me and hit me so hard. I need closure and so do you. I've been meaning to come back here for so long. To be honest I was going to come here whether it was with you or not."
I sigh and walk towards him. "Let's just get this done and over with." He nods as we start walking.
These hallways are becoming all to familair. My head is practically screaming at all the memories that this place oozes.
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Sarah is crying. I walk over to her but I stop as soon as I see Gwen shouting at her. Telling her to get the hell away from here and that she needs to just die.I stare at Gwen and she glares at me, "What you staring at you you back stabber." I roll my eyes, "Get over yourself. Leave her alone." Gwen folds her arms and glares at me.
"What are you going to do about if I don't." I scoff, "I suggest you leave her alone, you wouldn't want to hurt the baby now would you?"
She freezes. Her eyes widen as she walks away. Sarah stares up at me and I walk away.
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I continue walking and we stop at the cafeteria.
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"Thomas please! Wait." I sob desperately. He turns around and folds his arms, "Get the hell away from me. We're through, for good this time." I wipe my tears away, "So you're just going to believe him?" Thomas storms off.Justin walks up to me and wraps his arms around me and I shove him. "We're not together you freak."
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Brandon stares at me, "You okay?" I turn to face him and I nod. "Fine." He stares at me but then looks away."Just give me a few minutes, I need to use the restroom." He nods.
I make my way to the restroom but immediately regret it as soon as I arrived.
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I came in here to touch up my make up. I freeze dead in my tracks as soon as I see Emma.She's clutching her wrists. I gasp as I see the cuts. "Go away!" She shouts. "Can I-maybe like hel-"
She screams, "Just leave me! Go away! I hate you!" I nod and walk out.
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I crawl into the same corner Emma was in and I clutch my knees against my chest and I start crying.
What have I done..
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GROWING PAINS
Teen FictionSavannah Brian, a twenty year old female whose High School career was full of regrets. The once popular girl who had it all, is now the waitress whose scraping to make minimum wage to pay off her rented apartment. Until one day she encounters an awf...