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Shattered

I didn't sleep at all last night, I couldn't, I was too scared, I couldn't close my eyes without seeing him, without feeling him. I couldn't tell Freddie, or any of the boys, they'd flip, go mental and probably end up in prison for attempted murder, or murder at that, I just couldn't tell them, no way.

Mum, on the other hand, I just didn't know, she wouldn't tell the boys if I asked her not to, she could keep a secret, but she would make me go to the police, and I couldn't do that, I would find it hard enough to find the words to tell mum, let alone some complete strangers. No, just no.

All these thoughts were running around and around my head, and they were showing no signs of stopping. I was tired, so tired but I just couldn't sleep. So I sat there, just sat there until I started to hear people moving around. Until the smell of burnt toast started wafting up the stairs, mum was cooking again then!

I pushed my covers away from me and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror opposite me. I was pale, and there were massive black bags under my eyes. My hair was all over the place, and everywhere ached. Everywhere. My limbs were heavy and I couldn't bring myself to take my onesie off to look at the bruises that were sure to be littering my body.

I swallowed the bile that had rose in my throat, I felt sick, and it was all his fault, how could he do this to me, how could someone I dont even know come into my house and hurt me like this.

I felt an overwhelming rage pulsing through my veins and I let out a scream as I chucked the first thing that came to my hand, which happened to be the picture of me and my old friends, across the room.

I froze as I heard the glass shatter and bounce onto the floor. Terasd were streaming down my face and I was waiting to hear the footsteps of someone rushing to my room, but they didn't come. I guess I should be relieved that I would have to answer any awkward questions.

I slowly made my way over to the shattered glass and picked up the frame, which still had the somehow undamaged photo inside. I stared at myself, smiling away without a care in the world, totally unconcerned with my future and what would be happening, totally carefree.

I don't know how long I sat there, crying my eyes out until I heard mum call everyone for breakfast. I placed the photo down on my bed and wiped my eyes, hopefully they wouldn't be too red downstairs.

I took one last look at the shattered glass on the floor, shattered, just like my life right now, just like everything, completely broken with no chance of repair.

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