Chapter 5: Suffering

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It's been a week since the fight my father and I had. I'm honestly starting to become more worried about our relationship. At first, it was just us ignoring each other, but now, every time we make eye contact, it always turns up into us fighting.

And as punishment, he makes me work on writing new songs all night. This has been going on for a couple of days, but I feel completely drained of energy. I'm barely sleeping, eating, and drinking.

It's just so stressful. And father blames me for not doing my homework since I'm writing music, but then he gets mad at me for not writing. He's confusing. But not only that, I've been ignoring my friends more and I hate it.

I let out a deep groan as I rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. After about a minute of doing so, I let my vision blur back to normal then lay my head on the desk. Oh, I forgot to mention, it's four a.m in the morning which means school starts in about an hour or two.
I let out another groan at the thought while I try desperately to stay awake, but fail at. I feel as if I'm about to drift off into the wonderful world of sleep until my stomach started to growl.

I sigh and place a hand on my stomach. I wanted to cry. I'm sleep deprived, hungry, and weak. But I gotta keep going. Even though I don't know how long for. Dad might have me writing songs forever.

I let out a deep sigh and slowly lift up my head. I get up to head over to my vanity and brush out the mess that's my hair. I also noticed that I'm looking a little more pale than usual. And being too weak and tried, I don't plan on hiding my dark circles with makeup.

After that, I get dressed in my everyday outfit, get a little breakfast biscuit from the kitchen, and head outside with my bag in hand. Because of the fight, dad stopped ordering his bodyguard to drop me off at school. So, if I'm late, I'm late, and my dad will end up getting mad at me about it.

Knowing that if I don't hurry, I'll be late, so I started to pick up my pace. Even though my aching and weak body was begging me not to. But luckily for me, I made it to school in just six minutes and the bell rings in ten.

I took a deep breath and made my way to my first period class. Once I sat down, my head came into contact with the cold desk. I felt like I could fall asleep instantly. But, I couldn't since the door is open and I could hear the other students talking, laughing and yelling in the halls which caused my head to start pounding.

I wanted to cry. And I did. Slightly. I kept my face hidden in my arms as I let a few tears fall. But once the bell rung, I instantly sat up straight and dried my eyes. I laid my cheek against my hand as I watched the students enter. But, I forgot about something. More like, someone.

Danny was in my class and he's gonna see how messed up I look. I mentally groaned at the thought and laid my head down on the desk again. I took a deep breath to calm myself down as I told myself that everything will be fine. Yeah.... that's a lie.

I then felt a sudden tap on my shoulder which caused me to slightly jump. I looked up and saw Danny giving me the warmest, kindest, and cutest smile. Wait, cutest? I lightly blushed and smiled back, trying to hide my most noticeable features.

But, we couldn't say one word to each other since class started. Not that I care. All I wanted to do was sleep. Just the thought of sleeping made me tired. I couldn't control it anymore. I laid my head down, used my hair to cover my face, and fell asleep.

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So, the bell rung, and all the students are leaving to their next class as I'm trying to let my eyes adjust to the light. Completely ignoring Danny, I walked out the room and went to my next classes which I spent most of my time writing notes and trying to sleep a little more.

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