Chapter One: Deeper than the pits of hell

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Beep.

"Please no..."

Beep.

"Shut up I'm sleeping."

Beep.

"Why now?!" pulling out your hair in frustration you sat up, "I was having such a good dream, couldn't you have waited five more minutes?!"

The subtle, ear-piercing sound of the alarm clock had involuntarily awoken you from your once peaceful slumber.

Growling at nobody but the lifeless alarm clock which earned a pillow to the face you slipped yourself out of bed and trudged down the stairs.

"How early even is it?" you walked toward the kitchen and glanced at the lively wall clock, your hand covered your mouth as you yawned aggressively once your eyes had gazed the time, "Why am I awake on a Sunday at five in the morning?!"

In the blink of an eye, you found yourself opening the fridge, grabbing out some orange juice, you pushed passed every ounce of bad thoughts which were yelling at you to drink straight from the carton, being the better person you reluctantly grabbed a glass and poured the refreshing beverage into it, taking a large gulp of the said beverage.

"Good morning y/n you're awake early!" your eyes which were previously fixated onto your juice made their way toward the entrance of the kitchen where a middle-aged woman with a similar complexion to you stood barefoot in a purple nightgown, her hair messily put up in a bun.

"Oh, good morning, mum," you took another sip of juice, "did you change my alarm clock settings, I don't remember wanting to wake up this early."

Your mother's smile widened a little, "Why yes I did," she walked over toward you and picked up the carton of orange juice you had previously left on the bench, "I'm surprised you didn't sleep through it this time."

"Can you tell me why you messed with my alarm clock settings?" An irk mark found itself resting upon your forehead at the newfound information. Grabbing the carton of juice from your mother, you cleaned up after yourself and put it away.

"Oh, because you have school today, you need to get ready."

The current mouthful of juice which rested in your mouth was sprayed all over the white tiled floor in an instant, "I'm sorry, what was that?" 

"Well Y/n sweetie," your mother sighed deeply, almost trying to avoid the words she were about to say, "You have no friends, no social life and I'm afraid you're going to get nowhere in life."

"How.. nice of you to show your....concern?" Left eye twitching in slight annoyance you let out a small sigh and Placed the half-full glass of orange juice on the kitchen bench you looked at your mother.

"I'm serious Y/n, you can't continue locking yourself in your room gaining education from a laptop, you need to see the real world," a weight lay onto both of your shoulders as your mother confronted you, "Besides I'm not financially stable enough to keep you in the program you resided on."

Furrowing your brows together you sighed, "I'll think about it, give me a week?"

The weight was removed from your shoulders, "No Y/n school has already been going for three weeks; I enrolled you seven days ago, I cannot give you any more days off."

"And you're telling me this now?!" 

"Why yes, I think you're ready to go back to a public school, it's been four years.." her eyes glossed over but she blinked away the oncoming tears, "You're sixteen now, you need to be responsible, enjoy your youth!"

You sighed heavily, "Okay I'll.... try, just wake me up tomorrow and we'll sort it out." you flashed your mother a smile, trying so hard not to make it look forced.

"Why tomorrow? It's Monday; school starts today."

"What?! No, it's Sunday!" Your eyes widened as if you had just seen a cockroach fly.

"No, It's Monday, you slept your whole Sunday away.." A sigh came from your mother's direction, "I already got your uniform; it's hanging up in your wardrobe; I'll make breakfast just go get yourself ready."

You couldn't believe this, you had grown so accustomed to your own schedule over the years, and it was hard to dive straight into a new one. 

You've always hated school, ever since you were moved from (Country) straight to Japan you were ripped from your friends, your only friends you've never managed to make more of.

Thoughts and scenarios raced through your head, making it hard to think; you did as you were told though and wandered toward your bedroom, "This is going to be hard.."

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"Mum, please don't make me go in there!" You wound up the passenger seat window of your mum's old sedan, "I don't like the way they're looking at me."

"Oh sweetheart don't be silly, they're not looking at you now please go in, I have a job interview In an hour."

Internally crying and internally dying, you opened the door and removed yourself from the vehicle, "Oh lord here we go.."

Your feet trudged against the pavement as you waddled yourself into the building, you had a timetable In hand which indicated where you'd find your classes, "Where the hell is B07?!" Your eyes glued onto your timetable you didn't notice the figure directly in front of you.

Until you ran into it.

'Great how fucking cliché.'

You quickly collected your timetable and stood up, immediately pulling the skirt down in an attempt to lengthen it, 'Why is this skirt so damn short?'

Taking the courage to look at which unfortunate soul made their way into your cliché scenario you took a deep breath and looked at them; they were obviously Male with amber eyes and jet black hair; his complexion was somewhat pale.

There was something about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on, which didn't settle well with you. Shuddering slightly, you took a small step back to distance yourself from the male a little.

Realising you were still staring your cheeks flushed and to avoid any more awkwardness you outstretched your arm and offered to help him up, "Sorry for knocking you over, I wasn't watching where I was going, I'm Y/n by the way."

Your hand dangled in front of the boy for what felt like hours and all he did was stare at it.

"You should watch where you're going then." He spoke, voice calm yet deeper than the pits of hell.

It wasn't his rather cold statement that shocked you it was the point that he had slapped your hand away and got up on his own he stared you down before he walked off.

'Damn bastard who does he think he is?!'

//End Of Chapter//

Omg. Looking back at this a year after I abandoned this I'm ready to republish and work on it once more. 

But there's one problem. My writing style has changed a bit and I'm not used to writing in 2nd person any more oof-

So from chapter 6 onwards, you may see a difference in my writing if I make it noticeable enough.

Damn, this needs serious editing--