One Hundred Days

Day Zero

My alarm went off like every day. I rolled over and hit the snooze button before sitting up and switching on my bedside lamp. I blinked as I took in my bedroom. White washed walls. Bed. Wadrobe. And the lamp at the foot of the lamp was a charging phone. I quickly dashed over the hardwood to the wadrobe and oppened the door. I pulled out a pair of black jeans a vest top and a sweater. I pulled the sleaves over my hands, just to be sure. I picked up the bag that hung off the corner of my bed and my phone. I quietly opened my door and slipped down stairs careful to make little to no sound. I slipped out the front door and shut it behind me. I breathed out. I'm out even if it was only for a different type of hell. I walked towards school. I checked my phone for the first time that day. No new messages or notifications. The time was 9.00 that ment I was late to school. Again. Third time this week it was only Wednesday.  I would be at least twenty minutes late. I pulled my skater bag 'round and dug around in the front pocket for money. I found a fiver. A whole fiver not taken by my mother yet. I pulled it out and changed direction towards starbucks. I walked my way in through the door. "Hiyya Chloe, late for school again," The barista Jane said, "The usual?" I nodded and smiled I came in here most mornings, well the days I was late. I stood by the counter waiting for my drink. 
"Thanks," I sighed when she handed me my drink
"Chloe did you hear that five seconds of summer will be bacm in town this weekend," Jane giggled.
"I have now," I smiled. That ment maybe my brother would be back. Michael. He said in interviews he was an only child to keep me out of the limelight, "I can't wait," I look at the clock on the wall "Well I better get going." I breathed leaving and walking the rest of the way to school.

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I walked into Math with five minutes left.
"She's here," one of the girls sighed, "The fake is present." The teacher looked up. It wasn't Mrs Gear our normal teacher.
"And you are?" She asked me
"Chloe, Chloe Clifford," I sighed the teacher looked at me long and hard.
"What's your reall name?" She asked
"That is my real Name," I whisper. The teacher glared at me. I rolled my eyes and walked to my assigned desk. I looked at the questions on the board. They were all algebra. I couldn't do algebra. I sighed to myself. I opened my book to a clean page. I doodled on the page like I dod every lesson. The bell rang and I shoved my book in my bag and picked up the remander of my coffee and drank it on my way to english. I walked in the door I forced a smile as I sat in my assigned space once again at the back. I took out my phone and dug out my headphones slipped them in played my music whilst working from the book. I was about four chapters ahead of the rest of the class we had the rest of the year to complete. I had five left I do one a week and we have seven weeks left. The boy that sat next to me came in and sat down next to me. He looked so confident in himself yet so, so, so
"Chloe?" He asked quietly, I looked at him and slowly nodded, "Is it true?" He asked
"What true?" I replied under my breath looking down at my page,
"That you're really a Clifford, as in related to Michael Clifford?" He asked,
"Yeah," I sighed, "Its true," My voice cracked, I felt a tear fall. I bit down on my bottom lip so I wouldn't let out a sound as I rubbed the bottoms if my eyes. Seth looked at me,
"Why so sad?" He asked
"My brother is coming back," I relied that just made Seth look more confused,
"Your brother?" He asked I nodded and got on with my work. I never liked questions. Seth fround and took the headphone dangling down my front like he always did. He cared I guess.
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I walked the long way home. I pushed the front door open. I looked around quietly. The house was empty. No one could call fast enough. I walked into my bathroom and picked up a green lipbutter stick tube I opened it and tipped the twisty bit so a blade fell out.
"Hi bezzy," I whispered. I sat on the floor and pulled off my jumper so I was just in a bra and jeans. I looked into the mirror, I carefully carved into my arm 'calm' underlining the 'm', 'm' for Michael. I pressed the blade onto my wrist right above the vain. And swiped it following the ridge for a few inches. I slowly shook my head and stood up. I opened the drugs cabinet. I grabbed a random bottle and quickly swallowed them till I passed out.