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Lyrics are From The Inside by Linkin Park

I don't know who to trust no surprise
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts sift through dust and the lies

Alex slowly walked to her destination, contemplating how she was going to approach it. She never thought she would be turning to this person in particular, especially with their behaviour in the past. Her friend had turned a new leaf and had surprisingly been there for her ever since she came out. He was now the only person that she could rely on.

She breathed in heavily; trying to stay composed and knocked on the door 3 times.

"Don't say I told you so. It's the last thing I wanna here right now." Alex said as the door opened.

The young male looked at her and her bag, then ushered her inside.

Jay scratched his head pondering what to say. He was debating between being supportive and asking what happened or saying a stupid comment to try and take her mind away from it.

"Do you wanna get drunk, high or both?" he said with a big grin on his face.

Alex gave him a deathly stare.

"Come on Alex, did you really want me to ask what happened so you could talk about it" Jay raised his hands to do air quotes.

Alex stood in front of him and thought about it before slowly smiling and slumping on the sofa. As Jay pulled two beers from the fridge, Alex fidgeted around, suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"It's over. For good this time."

Jay sat down next to her, handed her an open drink and spoke up. "You know you can stay here for as long as you need. Try not to hit on anyone I bring over".

Alex laughed sarcastic. "Trust me, your type is definitely not my type".

Jay turned the television on and the two friends settled for a night of laughter and consuming a lot of beer.

Tension is building inside steadily
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me

After hours of walking around, Darcy decided to finally go home. She ignored whatever her sister was saying and quickly ran to her room, shutting the door with force.

She looked over at her bedside table, where her bible sat and stared at it. Her breathing got heavier and she started to run her hand through her hair. She flopped herself fully on her bed and just looked up at the ceiling, shaking her head. She slowly brought her left arm towards her face. She looked at her wrist while running her right thumb over the scar that symbolised her 'suicide attempt'.

Angered boiled up inside her and she clenched her fist tightly. She could hear her mother calling but she was trying to ignore her.

"Darcy, couldn't you hear me." Her mother opened her bedroom door.

Darcy turned herself around on her bed so that her back was facing her mother. She tried to hide her emotions from her. "What, I was trying to sleep." She replied in an irritated tone.

"I was just calling because dinner is ready."

"I'm not hungry, I'm going to sleep."

"It's a bit early, don't you think"

"Are seriously having a go coz I'm going to bed early. A teenager can't win these days." Darcy said sarcastically.

"Don't take that tone with me, Darcy."

"Sorry, I'm just really tired."

"Well goodnight then." Her mother then closed the bedroom door.

Darcy cried, trying to get herself to sleep, but knowing that she was in for another restless night.

Trying not to break but I'm so tired of this deceit
Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet
All I ever think about is this
All the tiring time between