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"Emilia, stay behind really quick,"  Mr. Scott says, causing a grunt out of me. I watch as everyone files out of the classroom, Jaden being the last one out. I slowly remove my earbud from my ears, the music drowning me back into reality. The loud bell, the kids in the hallway that are shouting and running, the noise of the clock ticking on the wall, even a pencil dropping on the ground. I don't understand why people like this place, or could even listen to it.

I bring my eye direct to Mr. to know it all that now looks at me like I'm crazy. "What?" I snap. I wasn't in no mood to deal with his ass today. He shakes his head and he points to my arm, causing my head to snap in that direction. Small little dark circles form on my hoodie, red small circles. Fuck, that's what was hurting. "You might want to get that taken care of," He says, walking away dismissing me. I just stand there, for some odd reason. I can't bring it to me to move my two feet off the grey ground. They won't move.

"Do you need anything else?" he asks, making eye contact again. I shake my head and I wall out of the classroom, replacing the earbuds back into my ears, drowning out the loud clustered hallway. 

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"Yeah about that, I'm busy tonight."

"No. I'm not canceling my plans for the dumb shit party."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him look at me, then bring his attention right back to his cellphone.

"There important, trust me"

That's all I hear. I don't hear the rest of his conversation because he walks off, outside. I let out a sigh. I hated this place, I hated the stains that now lined my hoodie in four small lines. Anyone could see them but somehow, no one has. I'm very thankful for that. I also hate the fact I'm nothing more than useless, everyone's punching bag. I don't know anyone, it kinda sucks. Have the words Jaden shouted at me last night been stuck in my head all day? yeah. They have, not even going to lie. I couldn't help the way I am today. That wasn't my fault, or at least I don't want to believe so. Why couldn't I be fucking norma-

"Oh my god, I'm soo sorry" I feel a forced hit into me, followed by that voice. I look up, a girl with brunette hair, and these gorgeous blue eyes look at me.  Her face is what you would call perfect, honestly, she looks fucking stunning. See, this is exactly what I mean. Why couldn't I be like her?

"It's fine" I grumble, bending down and picking up her stack of the book in her hand and handing it to her. She's new, her time table is folded and tucked into the small corner of War and Peac-

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and I was trying to make my way out of here. I really don't know the building that well and I di-" she starts talking at a speed of lighting.

"Hey, hey, calm down," she was low-key freaking out. I remember my first time in this building. I was petrified, "This is a good book right?"

She nods, taking the book I hold in my hands. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and she looks down to the ground. She's shy.

"I'm Lily" she mumbles. I shoot her a small smile. Something about her is settling, calming in away. No, I have never wanted friends or someone to trust but who says this has to be it?

"Emilia," I say back. The corners of her mouth rose, slightly. I return the gesture.

"Don't worry about it. I'll see you around I say." she just nods. I turn around and I walk out the doors, leaving the girl standing there. She was cute.

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I take the keys out of the door, repeating the action I did yesterday; throwing the keys on the table, grabbing a blue fago, and making my way downstairs. I couldn't really be bothered to do anything but sleep. My room was a mess, glass shattered everywhere and broken canvas spread across the floor. As if it wasn't messy enough. I slip off my leggings and hoodie, slipping on a 'new' pair of sweats and a tank top. I turn on the bathroom sink, wetting a cloth and gently rubbing my skin, flinching at the contact I have created. I get all of the water out of now, damp washcloths, watching the red water slowly disappear down the drain. Honestly, sometimes I wish I could do that, disappear from life, from myself. My blood and tears might, so maybe my soul will someday.

I step back out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked and I take my fago, opening it and taking a drink out of it, turning my lips a dark shade of blue. I have had pale lips my whole life, those things came naturally. I shut my phone off, setting it on the table and slipping under the covers, letting my body completely relax. Letting the comfort of my bed, knowing I'm in the only place and thing I can count on and I drift off to sleep, hoping never to wake up again.

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"I'm sorry"

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