The next day I didn't come to school.
My friends tried calling me. I told them I was sick.
Everything hurt, every muscle felt sore and my mind was exhausted; I hadn't slept for days.
I would try to close my eyes, but his face would always flash in my mind. His short brown hair and green eyes haunted me, they mocked me.
It's funny, because when we first met, he made me believe it would all be okay.
I didn't want to let him in, but he convinced me. He told he he would never hurt me. He told me he wouldn't lie to me. He told me I was special, that I was worth it.
He told me he would never hurt me.
He lied.
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Teen Fiction"You're just a girl, not even a pretty one. You were just something to fill my spare time, nothing more. And these? Well they're just notes."
