Well shall we begin?
Yes.
Today is a bad day. I could feel it the moment I woke up. I rolled off of my bed and on too the floor leaving my already battered body aching. I listen for signs that I had awaken Charlie, sighing in relief as I was met with silence. I lay for a moment before pulling myself up with a groan and walking sluggishly over to my mirror. I look at my face. My hair is ratty and there is dried blood crusting on my top lip. I take a glance at the clock on my way to the bathroom noticing I am up extremely early. Wishing I had gotten a full nights rest I begin to remove my clothes. A fresh bruise swirls on my thigh. The hand print an icy blue. My arms have yellow splotches from earlier in the week. I hop in the shower scrubbing away at my body. Wishing the strawberry scented body wash would remove my flaws. I dry off and brush my teeth heading back to my room to find clothing. I pull on my jeans. The uncomfortable pair that happens to be a wee bit tight. I grab a black tank top and sweatshirt slipping it on sans a bra. I trip clumsily down the stairs grabbing my backpack and keys which lay by the front door. I hastily open the door to my truck, swinging my body into its depths. My bodies tense stance relaxes as music begins to flood the car. Tegan and Sara ease the throbbing of my thigh as I make my way to the second worst place in the world. Forks High.
As soon as I step through the doors, my day gets even worse. My head down I make my way to first period but before I can get there the smell of coffee fills my nose and I feel scorching liquid seep into my sweatshirt. I pull it over my head in attempt to ease the burning, only managing to get tangled. Someone pulls it the rest of the way off, realizing I was having difficulties. After composing myself I look up, at a mop f bronze hair, dazzling emerald eyes and an apologetic expression that is my ex best friend.
"I'm so sorry!' he cries.
" Its fine." my shallow voice replies. I hear laughing and look past him to find a herd of the so called populars laughing at my expense. I look back at Edward, the spiller of the coffee and find him looking below my head. It takes me a moment to remember my apparel, but when I do my quickly cross my hands across my chest until I realize hes looking at my discolored arms. We stand facing each other, his eyes coming up t meet mine. His friends slowly loose interest in my predicament and disperse. We continue to hold each others gaze.
Snapping out of our trance his backpack slips to the floor as he pulls off his own sweatshirt handing it to me. "Here" he says. At my refusal he says "take it " in a stern voice. He waits as I pull it over my head.
"Thanks" I reply looking at my feet. He pulls my chin up with his rough hand.
"You okay?"He asks.
"Just dandy." I say. We stand there in silence as I think about our old friendship. We were best friends from ages five to fifteen. At that age my mother died and I guess I became a person he didn't like. H immediately distanced himself from me. Leaving me to fend for myself, even though he knew what Charlie does to me.
"Come with me" he says grabbing my hand.
Little did I know the worst day ever was about to bring about the best days of my life.
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