The Unknown.

Chapter 2- How It All Started

I slammed the door shut.

There I was, standing in front of the doorstep, finally letting the emotions I kept from my mother appear on my tan face. My hazel eyes were filled with tears, the sparke in them was dead and gone. It would go from being the cheery happy me, to the depressed one. I had no friends except for one, Natalie. She was that girl in school was just horrible to everyone, except for me. She thinks we have the same personalities, oh Lord, if only she really knew me.

Catching the bus was one of the hardest things I had to go through in my everyday life. The bus driver would always give me that crooked smile and slight frown and drive away, even though, he knew I was running towards the vehicle. So today, I wasn't even going to bother trying. I decided to walk to school.

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Math class was over, my loose curls rested on my back as I stood in front of my locker; casually ruffling through my books.

"Vas happening Amy-eee?"

I heard his cheery voice call from behind. A Chuckle escaped him as I slightly jumped frightened. 

"Ugh, didn't I tell you not to call me that? And I think you're getting too obsessed with that stupid band. What was it? One function?"

I knew their name, of course, but I just couldn't help but be mean. It wasn't me. It was who I was pretending to be.

"Chill man! Why are you always so aggressive? Plus, I'm not obsessed, I just love th-"

"BUT YOU'RE A GUY!"

I shouted, cutting him off, not realizing the whole corridor heard what I had just said. If he gets called gay, then the blame must be put on me. Why did I keep messing up? 

"So what I'm a guy? I like them. Plus. Thanks a lot for embarrassing me." 

Dave walked away not wanting to hear what I had to say, but I can't say I didn't see it coming. I was so horrible to him since the beginning of the school year.

Dave was these kind of guys who hung out with everyone, he was the funny dude. The one fun to be around. All the girls admired his personality but no one thought of dating him. He was the only one around the school who actually talked to me, and tried getting to know me. everyone else was too...scared. I was furious. I was aggressive. That wasn't me. No one knew me. They just thought they did.

I was tired of hurting people. I was tired of living. I smacked my head on the locker and closed my eyes tightly. All I could see was... My dad. He was pulling me into a tight hug. I missed those. The blistering winds were tickling my skin as I stood with him on the roof of a building. His hug was so tight, he was comforting me. 

 I missed having him around. A tear escaped my eye at the thought of him. I wiped it away with the long sleeved gray hoodie I was wearing. I didn't want anyone to see me cry.

As I was walking to my art class, holding on tight to the sketch I've had in my hands. It was held tight to my chest. I was walking as confident as I could,  looking straight, it seemed like I was so focused on the way, but I wasn't. I had so much on my mind that I was thinking of. My eyes weren't opened as everyone else saw. They were actually shut.

"Watch your way! What are you thinking? Can't you see me walking? Or am I that invisible?"

I shouted to the person who bumped into me.

Deep down inside, I knew it was me. I knew it was MY fault.

"Jeez, chill out. I'm sorry" He growled.

He looked up to me, eyeing me with his amazing blue eyes. Looking at his eyes, I expected to see blond hair. I was wrong. He had beautiful brunette hair. He was... Gorgeous.