It was nearly sunrise and I was laying on the floor staring up at my ceiling. Why? I don't even know. I got tired of tossing and turning in my sleep and ended up giving up on sleep. I wondered if I would sleep better on the floor, but I've been staring up at my ceiling for god knows how long waiting for sleep to bless me. It never did.

   Sunlight slipped through my blinds signaling that the sun was settling upon us. I pushed myself off the floor and went into my bathroom deciding not to waste the rest of my time before school. I turned the shower faucet on before stripping down.

    My reflection in the mirror stopped me in my tracks as I proceed to examine my body. My bruises from the last time I seen my mom had started to fade turning into faint tints of bluish,yellowish spots, while older bruises were disappearing. I traced over scars made by my mom's rings or sharp objects she had thrown at me. My fingers hesitantly ran along the length of  the long jagged scar along my collar bone. The slightly discolored skin around the silvery pink streak made it stand out against the rest of my olive brown skin. The ghost of the blade echoed under my touch making me shiver.

     I adverted my eyes away focusing on a patch of mottled skin on the side of my stomach where my mother had poured hot wax on me while I had slept. I felt my eye water up a bit as I flashed back on the memory. When my mother first started laying her hands on me she was cautious never to leave marks, but there was times she would get wasted beyond belief and threw that caution out the window and pretty soon she just no longer cared.

    I turned away from the mirror and stepped into the running hot shower. The water droplets collided with my skin, stinging parts of it here and there under it's heat, as the warm steam engulfs my body. I automatically relaxed as the little fire blades soothed my muscles  while I scrubbed my body. I scrubbed until it hurt wishing I can scrub off all the bruises and pain from the last 3 and a half years. It's crazy to me how shit my life turned over night from someone else's decision. 

     I reluctantly stepped out of the shower, slipping into my robe as I went to sort through my closet. I slid into faded off black jeans and a black over-sized sweater. I went through my makeup routine, finishing off with a natural glow. I put my hair up in a sloppy bun and slipped on dark grey ankle socks before walking over to Emma's room. 

    I knocked softly on her door waiting for her to answer hoping to get a better response then I've gotten the past few days. When I didn't get a response I peeked my head through the door hoping she was still asleep, but her bed was already made and her bag missing from it's usual post on the edge of the headboard. I looked at the clock on top of her white nightstand and realized that it was later then I had thought. It was already 7:30 and I had to be out of the house in 10 minutes.

  Emma must've left earlier with that dickhead, probably still mad at me if she didn't even come to check up on me or tell me she's leaving. It's been 4 days already since our argument on Monday and I was going crazy having her being mad at me for this long. I groaned to my self and dragged my feet back to my room. I fished out my all black vans from under my bed, slipping them on, before grabbing my bag and my car keys. 

    My legs raced down the stairs to the car garage and started my car I rushed over. I sat back in the car  waiting for it to warm up. My phone buzzed in my bag and I grabbed at it hoping that it would be Emma, but Unknown read across my lock screen.

Unknown

You're pathetic.

   Before confusion was even able to set in another message popped up on the screen.

I will find you ugly little mouse.

  I immediately swiped to delete the message and threw it back into my bag. I grabbed hold of the wheel taking a deep breathe before looking at the time on my dashboard.

7:53AM

Shit.

   I decided to take a shortcut and turned my car down a side street, speeding the whole way to prison. I quickly pulled into the parking lot and quickly pulled into my parking space. I hopped out the car, or at least tried to before I got choked and pulled back by my seat beat. I unbuckled myself and hurried out the car and walked into the nearly empty hallways just as the late bell rang. I went straight to my locker not making contact with the remaining few people in the hallway. I opened my lock and put in the books that were in my bag making sure to leave all my homework in my bag and replaced them with my AP chemistry and PreCalc Honors textbooks.

  I shut my locker and walked down the hall taking my time since I was already late and I was already going to get marked for it. I carried my textbooks with my left arm so I could properly use my phone with my right. I opened my messages and my finger hovered over the only name that mattered in it. The mental debate with my self if I should text her or not  was cut short just as I turned the corner and an idiot in a hurry bumped into me. I let out a grunt and reached out towards the person and grabbed onto their sleeve to keep from falling over, dropping my textbooks and my phone in the process.

  "Watch where your going next time idiot." I hissed as I steadied myself. This is exactly the reason why I hate people. I bent down to retrieve my stuff while she just stood there. I looked her up and down glaring at her while she  looked up at me like she was about to piss herself, her mouth opening and closing like she was about to say something but couldn't get anything out. 

   "Move," I ordered sternly. She finally looked down and squeezed her books tighter to her chest as she quickly maneuvered around me to get away. I rolled my eyes and let out a smirk of disbelief. Punk.

  I continued walking the rest of the way to my class just down the hall. To my surprise, a substitute greeted me instead of Ms. Rogers' boring lecture.  I stepped further in seeing everyone else talking, sleeping, or just acting a damn fool. I sat down in my usual seat and searched around for Emma since her seat next to me was currently vacant, but a glance behind me saw her blond hair flip over her shoulders that were bobbing up and down from her laughter. She was sitting with a group of girls that she often talked to and hung out with when I wasn't available or around. She had her back  towards me and I could feel a pang of hurt and jealously hit me as I continued to stare at her as she and the other girls convulsed from laughing too hard.

  One of the girls who I remember to be named Natalie made eye contact with me as her laughter started to die down to a small giggle. I never liked her. She always had seemed so fake to me. No one can ever be as happy and peppy as her and not be up to something. I told Emma about my feelings toward her and her other friends and she just brushed it off as me being protective and paranoid.

  I turned away from them not being able to take the sight anymore. My eyes began to feel heavy probably due to my lack of sleep, so I made a pillow out of my bag and my hands before letting my head rest on it. My eyes shut the minute I got comfortable and my mind drifted off.

  A long beep that signaled the ending of class woke me up as I slowly lifted my head. I looked towards the door and saw Emma walking out with the group of girls see was sitting with.  I rolled my eyes and sighed inwardly to myself. I pick up my bag and started on another lonely walk to PreCalc Honors which Emma usually walks me too. I walked into class and went straight for my seat in the back corner of the class room by the windows where I have perfect view of outside and that's how I spent the rest of class. 

Staring out the window at what was suppose to be a good day.

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  I walked into the changing room and went straight for the least crowded section away from all the other chattering girls. I throw off my clothes and changed quickly into my black and white  joggers and black long sleeve dri-fit shirt. I did a once over of myself making sure my remaining bruises and most of the cut were covered and applied more concealer to make sure my fading black eye was hidden and redid my side ponytail so it covered over the rest of my cut that stuck out the top of my shirt.

   I took a deep breathe as I thought through the plan again. I have to get Emma to forgive me and the only way to do that is to get along with her boy toy no matter how much of an ass I think he is and this is my chance to play nice. Gym was the only other class I have with Dylan besides lunch which I also have with Emma and since I have lunch next I have to get him to agree to get along with me asap. 

  I walked out and searched around for Dylan before seeing him talking and laughing with the basketball team jerks. He caught my eye as I approach them and a look of confusion crossed his and the laughter around him died down as the jerks around him acknowledged me.

  "May we help you," Cameron, the biggest jerk of them all, questioned cockily when I finally reached them. He was the team's MVP and the cockiest, most arrogant one. The others just follow under him like lost sheep which puts them in the jerk category along side with him.

  I rolled my eyes at him throwing him the dirtiest look I could manage before turning my attention back to Dylan and  managing the nicest smile I could force onto my face at him. "Dylan, may I speak with you for a moment. Please."  I basically forced the words out my mouth and all he did was laugh. The others soon joined in after him which immediately wiped the smile off my face with a scowl to replace it.

  "What is so important that you actually choose, on your own might I add, that you need to talk to me." He smirked as he shook his head at me. it. He can't be fucking serious.

  "Listen dickhead. I wouldn't want to talk to you even if my life depended on it, but this involves Emma and I need your help. So get over your self and get your ass up and fucking follow me. Understood?" I spun on my heel and walked to the far corner of the doors not even looking back to see whether he was following me or not. I just secretly hope he did so I don't look stupid.

  I leaned back against the wall as he approached me. Thank god. He had one of his hands stuffed in his pocket and the other rubbing the back of his neck  with a look of uncertainty clear on his face. 

   "So what do you want to talk to me about?" He asked curiously.

  Okay, so I might have hurt Emma's feeling last night saying some stuff I wasn't suppose to and now she's mad at me. Now listen carefully, as much as I wish I didn't have to ever say this, I need you. Your my only hope in getting back on her good side." I nearly gagged having to say those words, to him especially.

  The corners of his lips went up into a cocky smirk. "Oh, so you need me now?"

  I groaned out loud and grimaced at those words. Why does he have to make this so hard. "Yes, I-I.....need you," I reluctantly grumbled again.

  His eyebrows raised in shock as a cocky smile dance onto his lips. "Well that's new. Never thought I'll hear that coming from the bitch herself."

  My jaw dropped opened. He did not just call me a bitch. "You know what, never mind. This is so not worth it anymore." Emma is just gonna have to be mad at me. I can't stand him. My mind filled with hateful thoughts about him as I stomped away from him. 

  Seconds later, I heard him call after to me and footsteps came jogging behind me catching up to me. He grabbed my shoulder hard and spun around causing me to tense up in paranoia. Anxiety surged through me like a wave as quick flashback my mom pulling me back just to finish her verbal or physical assault on me popped up in my mind. Just as quickly as it came, I covered it up as I stared into Dylan's eyes, but the fear still fueled the rapid beating of my heart.

  "Hey hey, I'm sorry. I was just joking. What do you need?"

  I tried relaxed my body, taking deep breathes to aid slowing down my heart as I looked to the floor. "I just wanted you to help me convinced Emma that we're starting to get along."

  "And how are we gonna do that?"

   "When the bell rings your going to walk with me to lunch and we're going to be laughing like friends and I'll explain to her how sorry I am for misjudging you and she'll forgive me and everything will go back to normal." He let out a deep chuckle and  raised one of my eyebrows up in confusion.

  "And your serious about this? It'll be that easy for her to get over it?" I nodded to him confirming his statement. He let out a long dramatic sigh before nodding his head. "I'll help on one condition."

 "And what is this condition?" I said crossing my arms.

 "You have actually do have sit and hang out with me for the rest of gym."

Oh lord. 

"Fine."

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(A/N)

* The picture is how the cut looks now. I didn't know how to describe it.*

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[Edited 8/14/2020] Hey y'all hey! Another chapter revised in this Rewrite & Revise process. I hope it's better for y'all and I hope you guys are still enjoying! Thank you so much for making it this far in my story and I appreciate you all sooo much. For the ones asking, don't worry I WILL finish this and the rest of my stories. Love y'all!