.:No love:.

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‘Even through the darkest days,

This fire burns always. This fire

Burns always’

 I turned off my alarm as it started to go off. I checked the time. 5:30 a.m. Perfect. I quickly got out of bed and crept downstairs, into the kitchen. I got out a box of cereal and poured myself a bowl.

 The reason I was up at 5:30 was because my so called ‘parents’ were still asleep at that time. I hated my parents so much, and I knew that they hated me as well. Ever since that day when I was twelve years old.

 But, that was 5 and half years ago. Back then I didn’t want to be a part of this world, and I still don’t. But I know that god put me on this earth for a purpose, and I was going to live to see what that purpose was.

 I sat at the dining room table and thought about the dream I had just had. That had happened 5 years ago, and I still dreamed about it. But my favourite part of the dream was Jeremy. I smiled as I thought about him and how he changed.

 Jeremy used to be so nice and caring, and he even saved my life. After that, I would talk to him and we were friends. But it all stopped one day when he told me he didn’t like me.

 He said that he had to choose his friends or me, and he chose them. I still loved him a lot, but I know that he hates me.

 I sighed and continued eating my cereal. I sat in perfect silence until I heard thumping coming from upstairs, and then footsteps. One of my parents was up. I groaned as I prepared for a day of torture.

 My mother burst into the kitchen and didn’t seem to notice my presence. That is, until she turned toward me. “What the hell are you doing up?” she asked me. I shrugged. “I have school” I told her.

 She snarled something that I couldn’t hear, but I knew it was probably an insult.

 After I finished my cereal, I ran upstairs and got a quick shower before getting ready for school. I paused to look in the mirror. My one long and wavy black hair was now shoulder length with blonde bangs, and I now wore make-up. I mean, heavy eye-liner and all black.

 But you couldn’t really blame me. I mean, after all, I had abusive parents, no friends, and hated life. I slung my backpack over my shoulder. It was 8:10 in the morning. It took me a long time to get ready.

 I then had to run to the bus stop to catch the bus. As I got on, I searched for a place to sit. Luckily, there was an empty seat in the middle. I didn’t even notice who was sitting behind me until I heard them speak.

 “Look at the emo fag” I heard Izzy Anderson’s voice taunt behind me. “Why don’t you try to kill yourself again?” she asked me before snickering to her friends.

 Izzy Anderson was one of the people that Jeremy chose over me, and was his current girlfriend. I then peaked into the window and looked at the seat behind me. Sure enough, Jeremy was sitting behind me as well, laughing with Izzy.

 I ignored the pain in my stomach as I thought about him and waited to arrive at school.

 As the bus kept driving, I thought I felt eyes on me. When I turned around, I noticed Jeremy staring at me. He looked away when I turned around.

 I ignored it. When the bus finally arrived, I began walking down the aisle. Of course, some jerk shoved his foot out in front of me, sending me flying forwards. I could hear laughter come from everywhere.

 “Klutzy bitch, watch where you’re going” I could hear Izzy snicker. I quickly picked myself up and ran off of the bus. I could still hear Izzy’s snicker in my mind. God, I wanted to kill her.