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THE LIGHT SHOWN THROUGH THE WINDOW, RIGHT INTO THE SOCKETS OF MY closed eyes. I rolled over and opened my eyes. Dawn had broken and was sending rays of yellow across my room to the wall. Sitting up, dizziness struck. I clutched my head to stop the spinning.

Once the room stopped turning so much, I stood up. I went to the bathroom. Once in, the mirror betrayed me as a monster. I was a mess. My hair stood on its end, dark bluish bags filled under my eyes, my lips were dry and cracked, redness filled the white parts of my eyes, and my nose was leaking. Groaning, I picked up the brush and began ripping out the knots that were tied in my hair. The pain wasn't bad and soon my hair was in its proper direction and setting. I snatched up a hair tie and flung my hair into ponytail.

Leaning over the tub, I turned on the water. I let the water run for a few seconds then hoped in. The water was freezing, and it wasn't going to get any warmer. I quickly washed myself, and splashed the cold water to my face, hoping it would make me a little more presentable.

Freezing cold, my feet touched the bathroom tile. After wrapping a towel around my icy body, I looked in the mirror. It wasn't much better. I walked out of the bathroom and froze when I saw my father at the foot of the stairs.

"Nice shower?" he asked, flashing a wicked grin.

"Uh, yeah." I stuttered.

"Hurry up. You'll be late for school." he turned and left.

My held breath unlocked and I continued to my room. I flung a long deep purple sleeved shirt and some deep blue jeans. I took the hair tie out, letting my bleach blonde hair flow around my shoulders. I grabbed my bag and rushed down the stairs and out the door. It was about ten minutes to the school from my house.

After a few steps, I realized how cold it was outside. Taking long steps my hands began caressing my arms, without my wanting them too.

The school wasn't crowded. It wasn't overpopulated here. Avoiding people, I made my way to history. Little 'groups' were talking to each other. Everyone of them private, for no one else but them. To bad they didn't know I was experienced in eavesdropping. But I was pretty sure I knew what they were already talking about. Me. I wasn't disappointed. They were very observant here. But that didn't make it less hard to listen to.

After sitting down at my desk, the bell rang. I looked around and the boy who sat behind me the other day had moved over to the other side of the room. How original. A headache was kicking in, pounding like a drummer who was out of tune. Sickness was coming back. My eyes began to water. I had to sniff extremely hard so the fluid in my noise would stay put. The teacher was running off at the mouth about some useless crap that we would never need in our whole life. Frustration was also kicking in with the sickness and I had to take deep breaths to calm my nerves.

The work we got near the end of class also had no point. But it was easy. I tapped my pencil impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. When it did, I grabbed my bag and stood up. The room spun some, but that was it.

I walked slowly to art. Carefully not to make any sudden movement that would set off my equilibrium. At the door, I took a small breath and walked in. The sight brought a smile to my face. I moved to my seat and sat down.

"Hi." I said in a small voice.

Edward looked up with frustration. I was taken aback by the look. It was directed fully towards me. But I hadn't done anything today. Was he still mad about yesterday?

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I was rude, I shouldn't have jumped to the conclusion." it came out in a rush, but the look didn't go away.

"Why did you come to school today?" he questioned me like I didn't know what was best for me.

"I came because, I don't know. Why did you not want me to come?"

"You're sick."

"Really? How do you know that?"

"Its written all over your face, you look horrible."

"But you didn't see me when I first came in. When you looked up at me you were already frustrated."

"I'm not frustrated."

"Yes you are."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"How?"

"You're gripping the desk tightly, if you clutched it any harder, it'll snap."

"Oh." he looked at his hands and released the table from his death grip.

"So do you forgive me?"

"For coming to school?"

"No…for yesterday."

"I've already forgave you. Right after lunch."

"What?"

"When you left and cried in the stairway, I forgave you then."

"But you weren't in class…thanks for reminding me of that by the way."

"I didn't come to class because I didn't feel like it."

"Really? That's different, you don't seem like the skipping type."

"Nothing I haven't heard before."

We were quiet for awhile. The teacher was talking about so project we were going to be doing. Thoughts were still clicking together in my mind. I was trying to make a full connection. Make all the pieces come together like a puzzle. But right when I thought I had two pieces matched up, when wouldn't interlock. I managed to hear the teacher say we were making pots. Everyone else was filled with excitement.

"I'm going to give mine to my mother."

That stuck out most. It was nice other mothers were nice. At least the whole world wasn't some rotten twisted tale.

"So why did you come to school?" Edward's voice chimed out, breaking the silence.

"Oh, uh, well…I can't really stay at home. Its not really an option."

"You should have gone to the doctor."

Then something struck me. He didn't say my parents should have taken me. He said I should have gone. He knew something. Two puzzle pieced clicked together. Some how or another he knew about my parents.

"Why don't you think my parents wouldn't take me to the doctor? Why do I have to take myself?"

"Your parents must not know that you're sick. Or they would have taken you." he didn't look at me as he said this. He knew something.

My stomach did a weird movement. It sent sickening chills up my spine. Edward looked at me as I shook.

"I'm going to take you to the nurses office."

"Not you aren't." my voice questioned his sanity.

"You obviously are sick. I'm taking you to the nurse." his voice questioned my sanity right back.

"Look, I have most of the day with you. If I faint, then you can take me."

He paused for a minute, then nodded his head in agreement.

My stomach continued to turn and every now and then it would make its way up to my throat, only to be beaten back down.

When art was over, we walked to piano. Edward didn't leave my side. Like he was waiting for me to fall over at any moment now. I looked at him like was crazy, and he looked at me right back. After talking to the teacher, he came and sat next to me at the piano.

"We're practicing together today." he said calmly.

"Are we now. What if I don't feel like practicing?"

"Then you wont, I'll practice for you."

He began playing a low melody that was, of course, beautiful. The keys flowed nicely together. No place was blank, it was all planned out. He played the whole class and didn't leave my side as we made our way to lunch.

"Are you eating today?"

"Ew. I don't think I could hold down anything. Food is not an option today."

"Fine." he chuckled.

In the lunch room, we sat in the same spot as yesterday. It felt extra cold, more freezing than the day before. That was probably because I had a fever now. Lunch flew by and we were walking to English. When I stumbled, he caught my arm and looked at me. I could tell what he was thinking.

"I'm fine."

"I'm taking you to the doctor after school for that."

"Fine," I gave up.

The rest of the day went by and when the final bell rang, we were walking together again. It had begun raining outside. When the water hit my skin it felt like ice. After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

"So…where are we going?"

"To my dad."

"Your dad's a doctor?"

"Yeah, he works out of our house."

"I see."

So I was going to Edward's house to see his doctor dad. I would have to find away to pay him back. But I guess if it would make Edward stop following me around, and staring at me in every class, it was worth it. We had been walking for awhile and when the rain began to pick up, Edward announced we were there. I was frozen by the look of the house.