Never Again.

~~Day 1 ~~

"I don't.. I don't know why I'm crying, I just-"

A soft voice hushed me softly before replying. The voice was recognisable...One that i have hear since I was a little girl. One of my comforts.

"There must be a reason my sweetheart, talk to me. You know I am and always will be here for you"

I wiped my mascara stained eyes and held my sleeve against them, blocking the trail of tears as my vision began to blur and burn. "I fell in love.."

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7:00 AM

I sluggishly peeled open my eyes as my alarm began to shriek from my phone. I turned over wearily, turning it off as i felt my bed began to swallow me again. Just as i was drifting off my mum sauntered into my room.

"Phoebe? Come on you need to wake up, you have school."

I, unwillingly, sat up, dragging myself out of my abyss. I groaned as i rubbed my eyes, turning to look at my mother. Her crimson hair glowed in the dimmed sunlight, shining through the gaps of my blinds. I smiled.

"You look beautiful, your freckles are starting to show through again."

She reciprocated the smile.

"Enough of the flattery, come on get ready or you will be late."

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7:15 AM

I walked into the bathroom and stared into my reflection. I felt nothing. I sighed deeply as i began my morning skincare. I applied light makeup, not planning on making much of an effort since it was just a normal day.

I idle inside the bathroom before strolling to my bedroom. I sleepily change into my uniform, buttoning up my school shirt then clipping on my tie. I began to feel uneasy. As if i was being watched.

Cautiously, I glanced towards my door. A green eye was staring back. It was Marc my "biological father", if you could even call him that.

I slammed the door in his face and continued to get changed, taking a shallow sigh. My hands began to tremble as tears began forming in my eyes. I don't feel safe whenever he is present. I slumped down on my bed, wiping my under-eyes before the mascara began to run.

I swallowed and stood up. Gently brushing through my hair before walking downstairs.

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7:45 AM

I sat in the front seat in my mothers car and put my seatbelt on. I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes, letting the sun glimmer over my body.

I must have dozed off. I opened my eyes to my mum looking at me with that familiar smile "Wake up honey, we are here"

I look around for a moment, taking it all in before realising the time, 8:00 AM. I give my mother a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the car and rushing to class, worrying i may be late.

I hurried towards the sports hall for my physical education lesson. We had Handball in todays lesson, it is my most favoured sport in P.E right now. I couldn't be late.

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8:05 AM

I change inside the toilets instead of the changing rooms with the other girls. It's not that i don't like the girls, they're so kind to me. I don't have much of a reason it just makes me feel claustrophobic in a way.

I walk out of the stall, adjusting my shirt before looking in the mirror. The same empty reflection peering back. I turn away and begin to put my hair up in a high ponytail, clipping away stray hairs.

Handball has always been a favourite sport of mine. My brother used to take me all of the time when i was little before the "indecent". Because of that we don't see each other that often anymore.

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2:55 PM

Most of the school day went by quick, most likely because the subjects aren't as miserable on Mondays. I arrived at my final lesson. There was a new seating plan. I groan whilst dawdling towards the front so i could see better. I was sat near the back, next to the window. My seat hadn't changed.

I took my assigned seat and unpacked my things, resting my head on my arm, leant against the wall beside me. I shut my eyes for a moment although, that moment was cut short as i heard the screech of a chair being pushed in. It was loud.

"Hey there, had a long day, have we?"

This voice was unfamiliar. It had a cheeky and teasing ring to it along with a broad accent. I sat up to greet the person beside me but just as i opened my eyes i realised something. I have no idea who this guy is.

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3:20 PM

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost" The voice chuckled

I take out my glasses and put them on my face, still speculating on why I don't recognise him.

Hesitantly, i asked, "Are you.. Are you new?" fearful, in case he wasn't and I accidentally said something really hurtful and ruined my first impre-

My thoughts were interrupted. "Oh! Yeah, I'm new, i'm sorry for not introducing myself sooner. My names Anthony, It's a pleasure." He reached for my hand that was resting on the desk and lifted it towards his lips, planting a gentle kiss on my palms surface.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as my eyes widened. He looked up at me from my hand and his expression changed as he studied mine. He seemed puzzled.

"Is everything okay?" He asked in a softer tone compare to how he sounded to begin with.

"Yeah.. Yeah! Yeah everything's fine, it was just a little bit random from my perspective" I laughed lightly.

"Oh! I apologise, hand kissing is seen as a greeting from my home country. I apologise again, i should've asked first."

"You're completely fine! My name is Phoebe, nice to meet you."

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4:36 PM

I lay motionless on my bed, staring up at my ceiling whilst my thoughts raced through my brain.

Why was Anthony being so kind towards me? He had never even met me. Why did we get along so well? Why was he teasing me about me having my eyes closed? Was he saying that I looked tired? Well, that was obvious but was he doing it in a mean way? Is he only being kind to me because he feel like he needs to?

I put my arms over my eyes as i groan, trying to stop thinking about him and how he feels about me. I shouldn't care what others think but i let it impact my life so much. Too much.

I heard footsteps coming towards my room. They were familiar.

Marc peeked his head around the door to look at me. "Pheebs, dinner is ready." He grinned at me.

My breath caught as I rolled over "I'll get it in a minute.." I clutch my chest and close my eyes, not listening for a response. I heard the door close.

I need to speak to mum about this, he makes me seriously uncomfortable.

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