Fix You

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Trigger Warning:
Mention of Anxiety, Suicide, Bullying and Inappropriate Language.

1029 Words

Dream's POV
Beep-Beep. The alarm rang signalling it was 7 am. I slammed my hand on the alarm clock, shutting it.

Another day, another nightmare. I put my legs down the bed and walked to the bathroom, dragging my feet as I walked.

As I entered the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror; the same, old face every single day. The same, old scar on my cheek which brought back a thousand memories. Memories I was trying to forget.

"Dream, hurry up! You're gonna be late for school"

The voice broke my chain of thoughts.

"Coming Mrs. Joseph!!", I replied.

I hurriedly washed my face and brushed my teeth before stepping into the shower. I twisted the knob too feel the cold water dampen my light brown hair. However, I did not take more than merely 10 minutes. What would I do with a long shower, I'm ugly anyways. It's not like the water will wash the ugliness away.

Wearing my clothes, a simple black shirt with blue denims, I hurriedly put on some makeup to hide my disgusting face, wore my black and white vans and rushed out of my 'pink princess' room and into the hallway.

As I entered the hallway, I was greeted by Mrs. Joseph who asked me to join her and the other orphanage kids for breakfast. I politely denied, grabbing an apple and rushing out.

High school. Hearing that word gives you a vibe of a nice and friendly place, providing education, right? Wrong.

My high school, the Millenium High School was a 10 minute drive from the orphanage. There are social groups, cheerleaders, nerds, popular kids, sports people, then you have people who have their own small groups and then nobodies; that's where I come in.

At first I hated it. Staying alone in my free time, eating alone, not having any friends, nobody I could share my thoughts with. But then, I got used to it. I still longed for that feeling if having a 'best friend'.

As every school, my school also had the usual; bullies. Who are bullies? People who think so highly of themselves, they feel like they run the school. Spreading rumours, embarrassing people and exposing people is the everyday norm.

As I parked my car and took the key out of the ignition, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for a long day.

Setting foot into the hallways, I walked keeping my head low as I heard slow whispers and murmurs as I walked to my locker. The usual.

However, I felt something different today. As I stepped in front of my locker and put the code, it opened, papers flying towards me and a razor. I was confused and scared.
As I glanced at the papers all I could read was;

You are a fat bitch.

Why don't you go die?

You should kill yourself.

A fucking slut.

Fucked all the boys, haven't you?

It was too much.

Tears brimmed in my eyes as I ran to the courtyard, where nobody was. I did not want to face anyone after that. However, something I didn't know was that a pair of eyes were watching me. Not with an intention of mocking but an intention of worry.

As I entered the courtyard, I sat on the ground, leaning on the bench and started crying my lungs out. Before I could understand the situation, my heart rate accelerated and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I tried to control it but I failed.

Suddenly, I tensed up as I felt someone rub my back in a comforting way. I, with instinct, buried my face in the crook of his neck allowing him to wrap his arms around me, pressing him into his chest. It felt comforting and I found myself melting into him.

"Its okay, princess. I'm here okay? Breathe.", I heard his voice. I know that voice. I gently lifted up my head to see the owner of that voice. It was Noah.

Noah Jacob. Known as the bad boy of school. Every girl is behind him but he doesn't pay heed to them. He is a handsome freak; short curls, emerald green eyes, that smile always adorning his lips. But how is the bad boy of school comforting me? A disgusting creature. I had this feeling that I havent felt in a long time but I liked it and didn't want it to go away.

I didnt want him to catch me checking him out so I forced myself to focus on my breathing. Eventually, it was back to normal and I learned into Noah's chest as he caressed my hair.

"Are you okay, Dream?", he asked.

"I'm okay.", I mumbled, getting out of his hold, standing up.

He held my hand, guiding me to the bench, sitting down with me. I was still in a daze as to why The Noah Jacob was sitting here, comforting me instead of going with girls his type; beautiful and smart. Girls that are not me. Is this a way of deceiving me? No. I cannot go through that ugly feeling again.

Looking into his eyes, I could see a feeling of pure adoration and worry. How could such an innocent face, deceive me? He gave me a smile that made everything seem alright.

"I'm gonna go to class now, Noah. Thank you for this." I smiled at him and turned to leave when I felt a tug on my hand.

"Who wrote those letters, Dream? And why did they write them?", he asked.

I stood dead in my tracks. A thousand memories flashed in my eyes. Memories I did not want to remember. Memories that caused me nightmares every night. Memories that haunt me everyday and memories that has caused this situation.

Seeing my horrific face, Noah pulled me into his chest, caressing my hair.

"You don't have to tell me now, princess. Just know that I will always be there for you. Okay? You will not go through this alone."

And at that moment, I knew that everything will be alright.

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Okay!!! So this was the first chapter of this book I started. Did you like Dream? Did you like Noah? Any mistakes or anywhere I need to improve? Please let me know your views in the comments below :)