Days pass by. Hours fly away. Minutes storm out of your life leaving you sitting at the bed, thinking how the heck I let this happen? How the heck could I let my history repeat to myself?

I threw my feet down from bed onto the floor, feelings the cold taking place of the heat of my feet and hauled myself up. I clumped towards the mirror, taking in the reflection presented before me and swept my brown hair off my left shoulder. I ran my thumb over the sacred scar that went from behind my ear down to the nape of my neck.

Fire.

That is what took everything away from me.

A knock brought me back. I didn't say anything cause the knob twisted itself and a woman dressed in black pyjamas made of silk with royal blue shirt, tucked in, opened the door and let herself in.

She smiled. Her long curly now blonde hair, knitted in a bun. The side of her eyes wrinkled as her pink lips twisted up showcasing her pearl white teeth. Her blue lenses gave her face a younger look then it was. 'Hello sweetie.' She embraced me in a hug.

'Mum.' I whispered. 'When did you arrive?' I asked her as we broke our hug.

'Just now.' She answered. 'I wanted to surprise you.'

'You totally did.' I said.

'How's it going?' She nodded and gave a round around the room. 'Don't you have to go to school?'

'It's going okay.' I answered. 'I'll be getting ready in a minute.' I wanted to proceed the conversation that mum seemed too tired to.

'Okay good.' She said. I walked towards my closet and took the clothes out all the time feeling the intensity of mum's stare either at me or at my closet. 'You need to go to shopping.' She stated.

'I'm fine.' I closed the closet and picked up my towel from the drawer.

'Theses are the same ones we both bought together like, six months ago.' Mum exclaimed and I turned around.

'These are just three months old mum.' I said. 'Why don't we continue our conversation after I come out of the shower?' I suggested as I needed either cold water to cool off or hot water to melt down. Or both could work.

She signed and nodded. 'Come down to breakfast then.' She said with her tiring eyes and went out of my room. I simply stared and replayed the conversation that just happened when a mother met her daughter three months later.

Ironic.

I shrugged off the numb feeling off my shoulders and instead tried to concentrate on getting ready. I didn't know what I just did with myself considering the fact that I wore a simple ponytail with some makeup. I wore a white hoodie on top of my denim jeans and converse.

I took another pair of breaths before I packed my bag pack and climbed downstairs. I casted a look at the dining table but found no one. A song, 'All we Know' by Chainsmokers buzzed from the lounge. As I proceeded further, Ian, dancing with the music cooked pancakes.

I walked into the kitchen and lowered the volume of the song just to stop Ian from throwing off those disgusting dancing moves. 'Yeah!' He shook his hips.

'What the hell are you doing?' I asked Ian who accidentally threw the stirring spoon at my face but I dodged it and it made contact with the counter behind me instead.

'Enjoying my Friday morning.' He answered and increased the volume of the song.

I decreased it. 'Where's mum?'

'In her room, resting.' He said.

'Then why the music?' I said. 'I thought she said she'll be joining us at breakfast.'

'She's never bothered with it. She was too tired for it. Been travelling for two days.' Ian answered but nevertheless, turned off the song. He placed the pancakes in front of me. 'She left this,' Ian threw a stack of money in front of me. 'For you to go and shop.'

I grunted. 'I don't want to. I'm perfectly fine with whatever I have.' I dragged the money back to him.

'She wants you to.' Ian said and put the money in my bag. 'At least keep it. Don't use it if you don't want to.' I ate breakfast in silence and chugged down the juice when Ian spoke. 'I still didn't get it. What were you doing with the knife at the party that you slashed your elbow?'

The fork from my hand slipped down and fell on the plate. I managed a weak smile on my face. 'There was a rapist so for my safety, I picked up the knife and boom! I killed him right there.'

Ian stiffened. 'I'm serious about this Jane,' he looked too. 'If any of the shit is going wrong, I swear, I won't just sit at the couch and watch it.'

'Ian, chill.' I said. 'I'm fine and I can handle my own shit.' I picked up the fork and stashed my books in my bag.

'Last year, I did it on my own. This year, I'll do it too.' I hauled the bag pack from the chair and hauled it on my shoulder.

Ian stood up too. 'Jane, Listen. I'm now here.'

'Mom's here too. A cold conversation didn't change anything. Neither would this warm one.' I said and walked out of the house.

I had packed my job clothes and I wasn't coming home, not until the night. 'I'll be late.' I said, closed the door behind with a loud thud and began walking to the bus station.

I needed to clear my mind. For now at least.

The rest of the day was worse. Mia just called me saying she had fever and won't be coming at school. Ryan and his friends were also nowhere to be seen and as much as I hated, I wanted to meet Ryan. His hug last night had made him more trustable.

Abigail knocked me down a few and many times at the school considering the fact that I was all alone.

A picture of me and Marcus was posted on our school scialgram.

Bitches can't be angles. Sluts can't be innocent. #anotherboyfriend #atrueslut

I didn't really saw it, juts a mere glimpse and I placed my phone, screen down, on the bench. The teacher continued to blab, the time remained struck. The bell rang and I picked up my bag and headed for the bus station. I had four hours to kill before my shift would start and going home was a option I would not consider.

I dragged my feet up to the garden, my loving place and settled on the bench with the memories of the past night came flashing in my mind. I couldn't explain enough how warmth I felt in that embrace of Ryan's. His words 'I'm here and I won't let it happen again'. How safe I felt in those words that rolled out of his tongue. Now that I think of them, I don't think they had any meaning before them. Or if there was, I won't be feeling it.

I rang Mia's mobile and she finally picked up. 'Hey,' I said.

'Hey girl,' she really sounded sick. 'I'm sorry you had to go school by yourself.'

'Don't be stupid. How are you?' I asked her.

'Shitty, in bed, under the covers, covered with used tissues, mom yelling to take meds. I caught a cold when I was looking for you,' I heard her mom's voice from behind. 'Hear it? This is my life.'

I let out a low laugh. 'Then take them and sorry for the mess Mia. I just killed the damn vibe.'

'Oh my Janelle, don't you say sorry to me again. I shouldn't have left your side. Let's hope this honeyed monster doesn't attract any flies.' Mia exaggerated. 'Well, leave this patient. Where are you? You're not home are you? I can hear the traffic.'

'I'm at the garden.' I told her. 'Just didn't feel like going home.'

'Is everything? Do you want me to come over?' I nodded my head but remembered she can't see so I said no. I can't just drag everyone in my problems.

'I'm fine. You take rest. I'll see ya later. Yeah?' I tried to sound cheerful but a petite squeak presented that struggle a mess. 'Ok bye.' I didn't wait for her response and cut off the call.

I threw my head at the back. 'Life sucks.'
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Saturday. I didn't even had the shift this day so I spent my whole day in my room. Mom was out meeting some of her relatives and friends, Ian too was with his friends. Mia still wasn't healthy yet.

Sunday. I paid a visit at Mia's and found her sleeping. Her mother offered me to stay but I didn't want to disturb Mia or even cause a problem to her mother. So I went in the garden again and after , home.

Monday. The school was same as it was on Friday. Mia came school but she threw up so much that she ultimately went home. Ryan's friends, Yang  and Noah, came and greeted me at tech cafeteria. I was glad I finally got someone's company.

'Hello Jenny baby.' Noah patted me on the back and smiled and Yang just sat on the chair opposite to mine and said hi.

'Hey Noah.'

'Where's Mia?' Noah asked.

'At home, she threw up.' Yang answered Noah's question. 'You were with me when we dropped her home idiot.'

'Right ... ' Noah raised his eyebrows. 'Makes sense.'

'Why Ryan isn't coming?' I bit down the apple.

'He ... er ... got some issues. He'll be back soon.' Noah answered and took my sandwich to eat. I didn't protest. I was fine with it.

'Humph ... ' I hummed in response and stared down at my tray.

'Did you bring his guitar?' Yang asked Noah.

Noah crunched his nose. 'Shit.'

'Noah, he needs it.'

'He plays guitar?' I asked them, intrigued.

'Yeah, but he'll be selling —Ooh!' Noah received a kick on his leg under the table from Yang.

I completed his sentence. 'He'll be selling his guitar? Why?'

'Nothing much Jane. He just don't feel like using it anymore.' Yang answered and smiled meanwhile giving a death glare to Noah.

'But he sings and plays it..' I had no idea why I was getting so interested in Ryan's life. .

'He sang it in the festival to win me a model of fake sword.' Noah showed me the video. It was of Ryan, playing his guitar and singing Best Song Ever by One Direction. The video i had watched for so many times.

'This one, he sang it on the street cause we dared him to. These both videos are one year apart.' Noah showed another video of Ryan. In this he was standing in the street surrounded by a couple of people enjoying his Human by Christina Perrie.

'He's good.'

'Yeah,' Noah agreed. 'But he doesn't sing anymore. He just ... lost his vibe ya know?'

I nodded. I totally got what's losing a vibe can do to a person.

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