My Worse Memories

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

I walked into the class room and told Mrs. Treese, my geometry teacher, I had a huge headache and asked to put my head down. She nodded hugging me and said yes. Her and I had a oddly close relationship, but she's my favorite out of all these stubborn ass teachers here. I walked back and sat in my assigned seat near the back of the class. I pulled my jacket sleeves down and rested my head on my arms and felt myself drift off into shades of black and white. I seen him again. Him - Alec. He was across the room staring at me. I could feel his eyes move away as I turned and looked over at him. His dark brown hair dropped over his gorgeous blue eyes just slightly. He's beautiful. I was still staring and he looked over catching me. He walked over and sat beside me. "Hey." "Hi.." I said back. "I know you still might be upset, but.." "Of course I'm going to be upset!" I yelled catching everyone in the class's attention. "You broke up with me after what I told you. About Justin, about me. Everything!" I stood up and ran out of the classroom and to the bathroom crying. I couldn't control myself here. Not what I was saying or doing. It was like I was trapped inside a ghost's body or something. I didn't understand. I slid down the wall and held my hands up to my face to try and mute out my crying sobs. I heard a door in the hall rush open with all these "ooooohhhhhhh!!"'s from some stupid ass black kids. Someone's footsteps came jogging down the halls and a body pressed against the bathroom door. "Sweetheart, please talk to me?" I heard through the door's cracks. A famliar voice.. Alec's. "Fine.. talk." I said while tears ran down my face. " I made a mistake.. I was too busy thinking about my past when you're all that matters. I love you. I really do." I heard his voice cracking a bit telling me he had to be on the brink of breaking down. He had to mean it then.. I stood up and walked to the door staring at the handle debating on opening it and taking a chance with him breaking my heart again or blocking him out and stop him from ever being with me again, possibly ruining his happieness. "What makes you think that that will make me run back into your arms and trust you with us again?" I said almost in a whisper. "I want you back, Megan. You were my happieness. My trust. My world. My everything. I don't want to continue with anything again without you. Please trust me.. trust us." I reached for the handle and paused when I grabbed it. I opened it and.. "Megan. Wake up, honey. The bell's about to ring." I heard over my shoulder and seen Mrs. Treese. The bell rang as I brought my head up. I tried sleeping though the rest of the day maybe to finish this dream, but I just couldn't get my mind off him and what's happening. He's.. he's making me happy.. is this normal? Am I suppose to be dreaming about these kind of things? No, it can't be normal. It can't be. I need to be in a mental home or something. Away from here. Home in my bed; that's where I need to be. I need to know who he is.