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Patricia's POV

I pushed past him and ran, as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't even know where I was going, but I later realized that I was in front of a pharmacy. Gee, what was I gonna do in there? My brain was asking my body, instead of the other way around. My legs walked me over to the section. Then, my brain realized that I needed one. I was at the 'needles' section. I looked around if I could find a blade of any sort… Nope… Darn… My legs then carry me out of the pharmacy, and into the stationery shop… Why? I don't know… I stop in front of a pencil sharpener… Oh! The realization hits me – I can use the inner blade… I quickly purchase it and walk across to a restaurant. I make my way to the bathroom there.

I lock the door and lean against it, breathing deeply. I'm about to do this again. I know I'm supposed to have learnt my lesson after the whole 'cut-too-deep' scenario thing, but no. I keep craving it. It's like my best friend. I realized that I had stopped crying a long time ago – so much for tears… I decided to make myself crave it even more. I tease myself with the 'shorter-than-usual' blade. I trace old scars up and down my arm, quite hard, but making sure it doesn't bleed. Finally, when I can't take it any longer, I press down on it, and slowly pull it across my wrist.

Drip

Drip

Drip

Great, I needed this so badly. I always express my feelings on my body, so this time, I wrote 'betrayal' on my arm.

'Betrayal' said my wrist. It was the freshest one, on top of all the others. You could faintly make out some of the other words.

'Hurt'

'Alone'

'Why?'

'Lies'

'Trust?'

Those were some of the recent ones, but there were hundreds. Maybe even thousands. I hear other people come in, so I stuff the still-wet-with-blood blade in my handbag/schoolbag, quickly clean up a little bit, flushed the toilet (it would look suspicious otherwise) and walked out.

I stare at the person waiting to go into a toilet, since all the others were full. My mouth drops open.

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"Mom?" I say, surprised.

"Oh hi Patricia," she says, before walking into the toilet. However, a split second later, she turns around.

"Wait, Patricia?" she says, in her infamous accusing tone. Uh oh… I, being the queen of lies, had to think fast. But lying to your mum was different.

"Yea?" I say, as innocently as possible.

"What are you doing here, out of school?" she demands, almost in a low growl.

"I-uh-um…" then it clicks. "We had an enormous gas leak at school, so they let everyone leave early," I said, emphasizing the 'enormous' a little too much, which I immediately regretted.

"But how come you're here, and not in Anbis House or whatever?" she says, her tone convincing me that she knew something was up.

"It's Anubis, mum. Not Anbis," I began, correcting her. I said it as slowly as possible to buy myself time. Lucky for me, my brain was on 'super-mode' and a reason came to me.

"Well, Eddie wanted to celebrate being out of school early, so he brought me on a date here?" Darn, it came out more as a question than an answer. Mum, however, looked desperate to go into that toilet, and so she bought it.

"Well okay then have fun, bye," she said, quickly hugging me before walking into the toilet.

That was close… Just then, I hear my mum mumble.

"Women can be so gross sometimes… How can they leave blood on the floor like this?" then she cursed. I silently chuckled to myself, but I soon realized that I had left MY blood behind after cutting.

Oops…

Mr Sweet's POV

I shouldn't have let Patricia go like that. Ug, poor girl. I had tried to call her for the millionth time after checking with Trudy that she hadn't gone back to Anubis House. Once again, it went straight through to her mail box. I had to have left her at least 10 messages. Her voice recording played for the billionth time.

"If I don't answer, it probably means that I either don't want to talk to you, or I can't talk to you. If you know it's the first option, back off and stop trying to grab the moon. If it's the second… try call me again later. Stop disturbing me, and BYE,"

Why Edison would want to call her his, I have NO idea. But then again, they're only open with each other, and judging by the fact that Patricia didn't want me to tell him, scared me. I realize I'm late for class.

I've got to reach her

Eddie's POV

It was after lunch, and we were in Biology. It was being taught by none other, than my dad. I wasn't bothering to listen.

"Ms Williamson has gone to her mother for private reasons, for the next few hours," he said.

I jolted up.

"Why?" I shout out.

"Mr Miller, please put your hand up when you want to speak. And as I have just said, it was for PRIVATE reasons," he says. But I don't believe him. Gosh, he really needs to practice his lying… I quickly get my phone out and text her.

(BOLD AND UNDERLINE = Patricia. Italics = Eddie)

3:10pm

Yacker, where r u?

3:20pm

With my mom. Didn't your dad announce it?

3:21pm

Oh… He did, but it looked like he wasn't telling the truth…

3:21pm

Haha y would u think that? Anyway, I gtg, ttyl at Anubis

3:22pm

Just… He just wouldn't keep eye contact… Anyway, love u, c u l8r

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"Mr Miller, is that a cell phone?" my dad asks. I groan.

"Yup… Unless you'd like to call it something else…" I trailed off.

"Cockiness will NOT be tolerated in my class!" he says sternly. I get up and storm out of the class. Boy, I was angry.

Why did Patricia tell my dad first and not me about going to her mom?

(A/N: To the reviewers who asked why Eddie's smile in a previous chapter reminded Patricia of her rapist so much: Stay with us to find out!*Lol*)