There are two kinds of love

Remembering

The toilets were the only place I felt safe in school. The teachers say you can always go to them for comfort and support.

What a load of bollocks.

The only fortunate thing about my situation is that everyone else was in lesson, so I'm alone. A bit cliché, really. A 16 year old crying in the school bathrooms. You'd think that any minute, my friends would burst in, spouting out nonsense to try cheer me up, right?

Wrong. Oh, so very wrong.

I didn't have friends. Well, not like I wanted them. I may have had a few encounters in the past. Not people I'd class as friends. Yano, simple chats:

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"What's the answer to number 30?

"Why are we here?"

Nothing big. My only friend was Lukas. Yeah, I know. Sad. A 16 year old high schooler with only her 18 year old brother as a friend. A bit depressing. But I didn't care. Lukas was always there for me, rain or shine.

Until.. The hit and run.

I get told daily to "just get over it" and that "it happened ages ago, lighten up."

How dense are they, really?

I remember that day clearly. As I should, though. Since I was there.

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"Sarah, come on! While I'm still living!" Lukas shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"Yeah yeah, pipe down! I was having a piss." I sent him a smirk as I walked down the steep stairs.

I swear, the amount of times i've nearly cracked my skull falling down these things..

"Does a piss take you that long? You could of said you were pushing one out, I might have believed you then," he grinned, reaching out the ruffle my shoulder length black hair.

I grunted, swatting at his hand till he pulled away laughing. I attempted to fix my hair, or as dad would call it 'bog brush', before I plopped down onto the bottom step and began tugging my converse on.

"Don't tell me you still wear them crap things? They're old enough and have enough wrinkles to compete with Grandma.."

I could feel his smirk burning into my skull, so I just shook my head and jumped up.

"You're a dork, you know that?" I countered, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Only for you~" he cooed, wrapping his arms round my head and pulling me towards his chest.

I broke out in a fit of laughs as I tried to escape. "I need an adult! I neED AN ADULT!" I screamed, though my laughing killed my seriousness.

"Oi, I am an adult!" He shot back, rocking from side to side, my head still buried into his chest.

After a little bit of struggling, dad came to my rescue. Before I had time to dramatically thank him for being my hero, he ungraciously shoved us out the door. Cool dad, real cool.

As me and Lukas walked down the street, we fell into step. Smiling, I looked up at him.

"So, where are we going exactly?" Lukas peered down at me, his dark brown eyes resembled the chocolate I used to receive off him for Easter.

"Just, about," he winked down at me, causing my lip to curl a bit.

I hated when he did this.

"Oh come on, Lukas! Tell me!" I groaned, gripping his jacket clad arm and pulling on it.

Lukas laughed, shaking me off effortlessly. He placed his hand on my head and gently patted down my hair. His lips tugged up into one of his smiles that could stop wars.

"Don't worry, princess. You'll like where we're going"

There he goes again, using his nickname for me. Pft, like I'm anything similar to a princess. A ninja maybe, but not a princess. Lukas placed his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me lightly.

"Oh come on, don't go all moody on m-" Lukas stopped mid sentence, his eyes were wide and peering over my head. His whole body froze, and I saw something in him that I've never seen before.

Fear.

"Luk-"