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Mornings?/ Mourning ?

Today is another dreadful Monday morning, i know i need to get off my bed and head out to school but the more i think about it i just want to wrap myself in my blanket and forget everything but i cant i need to get up and go to school and be done with it if i really want to leave this hell hole for life.

"Lizzy you need to get up or else you will be late, " my mom calls out to me from down the stairs

getting up from my bed, i get in to the showers, it only takes me 30 minutes to shower and another 5 minutes to get my clothes on and another 2 minutes to get my hair done.

Walking down the stairs, i see my mom and dad sitting at the dinning table and my elder brother as well, i'm the only girl in my family and apparently the last born child as well. they love me too well. i know but i'm so detached from them. My distance from them started after the mantra's got inscribed into my memory.

"Morning dad" i say to him as he turns around and hugs my tightly

"Morning love how was your night"

"It was okay" i lie cause i cant remember the last time i actually had a good nights rest

"Hey Lizzy " Erin says to me as i sit next to him at the table

Mom serves us with bacon and eggs, we all sit quietly as we eat but i can tell my dad wants to say something to me he wants to ask me a lot of questions, but my answer will still be the same, i cant go through the pain again i take a second bite of my bacon and get up saying my good byes to everyone and head out of the house walking towards the place Hades was born.

Walking down the halls to my first period i can notice the stares that come my way, but i cant feel any sort of emotion so i care in the least.

sitting at the back sit of Algebra class, i can only imagine leaving the class. but i have exactly 5 more minutes for the class to officially start.

As i flip the pages of my book i notice that the boys in the football team begin to whistle and that alone tells me that the school whores and the principals dirty, brat of a daughter just walked in to the class

the brat is called Lucy and her side whores are called Kike , Miranda and Lakisha.

the blonde haired w***e with blue eyes is called Kike, the brunette haired is called Miranda and the dark haired w***e is called Lakisha.

they all have perfectly tanned skins and long slender legs that do just wonderfully well in seducing the boys when exposed and of course they have perfect body shapes, that make most of the girls argue about whether or not they had plastic surgeries to fix them up .

"hey bitchy Lizzy" Lucy says to me as she reaches my desk, i look up at her and all i can see is the face of that demon, that demon that made me f****d-up.

i do what i do best i look up at her and don't say a word i let her blabber for as long as she wants before walking away and sitting three sits away from me.

just when i taught the class couldn't get any worse in making me feel even worse, he steps in

looking as handsome as ever and as relaxed as always give a breathe taking smile to his friends and walking to the sit behind me with his two best friends Mark and Daren. They all have perfectly sculpted bodies and nice curly and straight hair that any girl in this school would kill just to feel, but i on the other is to void and empty to feel that kind of emotion for anything .

"morning class, today we are going to be talking on the differentiation of dx........" i zone out as a sudden movement outside the window draws my attention

"no it cant be" i say to myself as i hold my breathe and glance out the window once more, to my greatest relief i see no one.

i sigh as i wonder " could he possibly ever come back, he can't, if he is back that means..no he cant be" i say to myself again still glancing out the window to make sure there really was no one

After sitting for three hours of algebra class and glancing out the window distractedly i head to my locker to drop off my notes

opening my locker a small envelope gets my attention, a deep blue envelope I take it out and it has the best scent in the world, the forget me not flower

My dearest, sweetest Elizabeth Davidson (my eliza)

I'm watching you my sweat Eliza. I'm always watching you

A.

His here?. But how can he be here. To scared to even take a look at my surroundings I take my things and head home telling the school nurse that I wasn't feeling to well.

How can he be back, or is someone trying to play games with me. I don't need this right now. I'm so tired of it all.

Laying on my bed as I walk upstairs to my room looking up at the ceiling I can only remember the night I got my mantras.

I wishthe tears will roll down but my tear glands have been blocked along with my emotions I am stoic and stuck I'm my pain for life it seems so.