Abandoned
Memories That Fade Like Photographs
A/N: Late update, but I can explain why. I was finishing Impressions in the holidays. And then I wrote the last chapter of Trainwreck. And then yesterday it was my first back in school. But 'cause this is my only story at the moment, I'll be updating MUCH faster. This story will definitely be finished by the end of this month. If you review, of course. Thanks for breaking 100 reviews, you guys are uber. And thanks for helping me get 1000 followers on twitter, but I'd like 2000 now, help me? Hahah, I am greedy follower gold digger(:
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Damn right the pain's here to stay. It's been a week and the pain is still here, settling down at the bottom of my stomach, mocking me continuously, and I can't stand it. I've never had this urge to physically abuse myself before. I just wanted something to temporarily take away this feeling. Because I can't stand it.
So for the past week, I've tried to avoid him the best I can, but it's really hard, because I always bump into him. It's horrible, because he taunts me, and it makes me want to just go get a gun and shoot myself. That's how much impact he has over me.
Every time I see him, he's with Samantha, kissing Samantha, or hugging Samantha, or talking to Samantha. It's like he knows that it kills me inside. It's like he wants to make me suffer. And words can't describe the pain I'm physically and emotionally feeling. We'll settle as off the scale in pain.
I wish he'd just be nice to me, just one more time, so I won't have to forget about the Nick I fell in love with. I want that Nick back. But he's long gone, and all I'm left with is memories which will fade like photograph.
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My eyelids flickered open, as the sound of my alarm clock blasting woke me up from my pleasant, or not so pleasant, dream land. I brought my hand up to my eyes and rubbed away the stale tears bordering them from last night. "It's too early in the morning to get up." I muttered to no one in particular, shutting up my darn alarm clock with a slap of a hand. "Ouch." I rubbed my hand against my bare thigh, fresh tears brimming my eyes as pain shot through my hand. Note to self, never slap an alarm clock again.
Time for school, oh joy. I swung my bare legs across my bed, landing solidly on my two feet. My eyes wandered around my room until they fell upon the object I was searching for; my slippers. I stuffed my poor cold feet into my fluffy slippers, humming in pleasure as they started to warm up. "Nice." I spoke to myself.
I dragged my feet across my carpeted floor to the bathroom across the hallway. Twisting the handle open, I brought my hands up to my face and rubbed my eyes once again, this time trying to rub away the sleepiness. "Water would help." I reminded myself, gently clicking the door shut, in order to not wake up my sleeping mother, and made my way over to the sink.
Not bothering to look at my reflection, which would just depress me too early in the morning, I twisted on the tap, and stuck my hand out till I got to the right temperature. I scooped up a handful of warm water and rubbed it across my face in order to wake myself up a bit. "Much better." My eyelids flickered open, as I reached out and grabbed the towel lying neatly on the radiator. I rubbed it against my face gently, wiping away all wetness.
I opened up the little closet underneath the sink and pulled out my hairbrush, attacking my hair with it. Ugh, my hair is so frizzy and annoying. After successfully untangling it, and let me tell you, this was a painful process, I left it as it is, hoping it would stay tame throughout the day. If not, I'll have it in plaits tomorrow.
After at least ten minutes of just standing there, staring at myself in the mirror, I'd managed to mind a hell lot of faults with me. "Ugh, I can't look at myself a second longer." I murmured under my breath, as I turned around swiftly in disgust at my reflection.
After taking a quick glance down at my watch, I decided this was no time to be telling myself things I should already know. I scurried downstairs in what I hoped was a quiet way, not wanting to wake up my mum. She'd been overworking lately, and this is the first day off she's had in months. She needs the rest. And I'm not going to take that away from her just because I weigh about the same amount as an elephant and make so much darn noise as I go down the stairs.
Breakfast, should I have it or not? Not, I eat enough, I don't need to put on any more excess weight. That would just be harmful. And it's the one day my mum can't force a piece of toast down my throat, so I might as well take advantage of it.
"Bye." I muttered to whoever was listening, which is no one, so to make things simpler, I was saying goodbye to the house. And even the house didn't care, which didn't actually surprise me.
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I walked through the school gates, letting my head hang low so I could avoid eye contact to pretty much everyone, and made my way over to my locker. I pulled up the zip of my bag, rummaging through it messily. "Where the hell is my key?" I sighed to myself, holding back the urge to tip out my bag in the middle of the hallway in frustration. I had it in school yesterday. And I had it when I went to Selena's yesterday. So where was it? Did I drop it somewhere? I'm sure I would've noticed if I had.
"Hey Miley." My head shot up at the sound of a mocking voice. Or more precisely, Nick's mocking voice. This isn't gonna turn out well. "Lost something?" He dangled my key in front of my face before stuffing it back into his pocket, while Samantha giggled, draped across his arm, like.... drapes. Cheap, clingy drapes.
"Can I have my key back please?" I asked him, unable to keep eye contact with him once I saw the venom sparkling in his eyes. Those eyes I used to love to stare into. Things sure are speeding up, and this never ending racetrack we call life seems to be leaving me behind in the dust.
He chuckled at my response, but not a nice kinda of chuckle. The kind of chuckle that makes me shrivel up and want to hide in a corner."You know, I don't think you can." His arm snaked around Samantha's waist, resting on her bare skin. "Not until you apologize to my girlfriend."
He has got to be kidding me. I never thought he'd stoop this low. Evidently, I was wrong. Hell yeah I was. "I never did anything to her." I muttered, the slightest crack evident in my voice. My bottom lip trembled, and I tried my hardest not to show this, biting it down with my top lip. My eyes clouded up, brimmed to the top with tears, as I hung my head to the lowest possible point it would go so this wouldn't be possible to see.
"Just having your presence in this school is bad enough, I think it's a good enough reason for you to apologize." His hand tightened around my wrist sharply, and instead of sparks, I felt pain. The pain shot up through my arm and the tears became even harder to hold back.
"I-I'm sorry." My teeth dug into the very bottom of my lip, biting it down so hard I'm sure it would be soon when I could taste my own blood. "Please... just let go." I pleaded, fighting back the tears that were extremely close to falling. Falling for him.
"I don't think she heard you." He spoke in such a smooth tone it scared me. Scared me out of my wits. Because this is a side of Nick that I've never seen. A malicious and taunting side, and I never would've guessed in a million years that he has a side like this.
"What the hell?" I heard that oh so familiar sound of voice, and for once I was glad Selena was always looking out fot me, because I don't think I could've handled this for a second longer. "Get off her you bastard." She spat, yanking his arm so it now longer had grip over mine. Anger bubbled in each and everyone of her physical features. "And give her key back."
"Nah, don't think I will." He shrugged, sending me a discreet, but threatening look. Which basically meant your in for it later. "As hard as you must find this to believe, I'm not your robot Sel, and I won't do as you say." He smirked.
"Joe's right round the corner." She shot back, giving him a look which would have scared the shit out of me. But I'm used to Selena being like this when her defensive side comes out. She might seem mean, but it's only because she's so big hearted. "He'll beat the crap out of you if I tell him you hurt Miley."
This seemed to have a tremendous amount of impact over him, since he almost instantly reacted, fishing my key out of his pocket and pressing it against me. "There, have it." He spat venomously. "And I didn't hurt her." Anxiety momentarily flashed in his eyes as he looked back at me as he was walking away, but I think that might have just been my imagination.
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Haaaaaiii(: So, not a long update, and a very crap update too, but it had some interesting scenes in. If you thought Nick would get better, then boy your wrong. He's gonna get worse. But don't worry, you'll find out soon enough why. So what did you think? Liked it? Hated it? What was your favourite scene? Least favourite scene? How'd you think I could've written it better? How could I improve the way I write? I like criticism, it helps me improve, so tell me your honest opinion please. And review. Fifteen reviews for next chapter, kaythanksbye(:
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