But then my dream had turned into a nightmare.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I hate when I dream about the past. Prue and Valentina were both huddled up like puppies on Prue's double bed.

Knowing that I wasn't going to go back to sleep for a while, I went to the kitchen to get some water. It was 3:07 am and I had four hours until anyone in this house was up so I went exploring.
I wandered upstairs and found four rooms, a boiler room and bathroom. After considering all my options, I started with the bathroom. It was incredibly elaborate. There were intricately carved designs along the walls and the taps were all gold. Just as you'd expect from someone posh like her.

After staring at the walls of the bathroom for a few minutes it was 3:28 am and I saw fit to move on. I decided to go into the room farthest from her parents. I knew it was her parents room because they weren't asleep and I could hear the sounds of faint voices which I wasn't willing to risk disturbing.

It was a showroom. It displayed an array of awards and accolades won by the entire family. Gymnastic awards for Prue. School awards for her older siblings that I had no clue about. I didn't care. There were dancing awards won by her mom when she was younger as well. It was almost impossible to see the relation between her now and the photo.

Finally there were her father's shooting awards. They seemed like a very respectable family but to me, all of this just felt so fake. Prue hates gymnastics but she's good so her mother will never let her quit. There was no passion involved in these, just pride. I saw the father's guns in a separate display cupboard beside the awards. MK-19 and Tommy guns lined the cupboards. Tears started to well up and other unwanted memories started to rear their ugly heads in my mind...............

After we kissed that day. We were with eachother almost all the time. Our groups didn't mesh though so we always had to find some way to disappear. We texted eachother all the time. I always sent him cute messages to wake up to. During weekends we went to eachother's houses and I would make food and we would play video games, as well as other things.

I had the time of my life. With him.

We continued on like that till Easter break. You see all fights tend to go on during the break, both of us being a part of most, which left us too busy to see eachother. I didn't contact him or see him at all for two weeks. I got a little worried that I didn't see him but I knew he was okay. I thought so anyway.

I walked into school the first day back, hoping to see David. But instead everyone was looking my way. I got dirty looks from EVERYONE. Even from people who were normally friendly with me. It was weird but after two fights in one day I wasn't in the mood to deal with it in the morning. All I wanted was David. I looked over and found his friends. One looked at me and whispered to his friends, and they all snickered. That set me off. I wouldn't even take it if they did that to someone else, how was I gonna let it go when they did it to me.
I ran up to the guys and looked one straight in the eye.

"What are you laughing at chap?!"

He couldn't stop laughing. I grabbed his collar and pulled him straight into my face.

"Spit it out before I beat you so hard that you land back into last week so you can get your butt beat again"

The idiot finally opened his mouth.
"Tough talk from a girl whose freaking life revolves around David. Are you a stalker or something lol"

"What are you talking about?"

"David showed us all those retarded messages you sent him in the morning. Oh my gosh if I got cringey messages like that off a girl like you, I'd go off of Facebook. "

Everyone around us laughed again.

"Man, David is too nice. He didn't even block you"

At that moment, I saw David walking out of the corridor. I let go of the idiot's collar and ran to him. He ran away but I followed him without realising I was chasing him. I caught his hand as we neared the end of the corridor.

"Wha-what's going on. Why does everyone know about us? What happened"

He turned and looked me straight in the eye. The look I thought was mine felt like the sky on an overcast day. Grey and cloudy.

"I got sick of you. I mean you made me food so I stayed around but you really get too much you know? Especially you, like"

I couldn't even talk. I was so shocked by each word that was coming from his mouth. It didn't seem true, but it was. I knew and even now I know for sure. It was true.

"Look, Persie, I know girls like you get lonely so you cling to guys like me who can't refuse. I was too nice, that's why. But you're not my type, or most people's to be honest. Can't you just leave me alone?"

He tried to shake my hand off but I wouldn't let go.

"David, what happened ? This isn't true. It can't be. Why are you being like this? Is someone forcing you, are you in trouble-"

He forcibly shook away my hand, hitting me also. I almost fell but I managed to keep my balance. It was then I realised that people had been gathering around, hiding behind the doors and lockers.

"Persephone! Can you not. I don't like you! Leave me alone. Are you that desperate?!"

He stormed off and everyone around started clapping and shouting every bad thing under the sun about me.

What was that?
I left the school through the front gate where three girls were waiting. Normally I would have put my guard up gearing for a fight but I had no energy. It was a miracle I didn't collapse there.
They were whispering to themselves when one girl spoke up and shouted

"My poor David, there should be laws about desperate girls like Persie"

My?!?!! Why the my? I'm gonna kill this girl, for real. I will drown her in the river and stab her lifeless body
For the first time. I didn't. Even though I wanted too. I just walked through without saying a word . Though I visibly showed on my face that I heard every word that she said.

I didn't leave my room for almost four days. I didn't eat anything at all during that time. I just lay there sometimes falling asleep. Sometimes not. After I was able to stop feeling sorry for myself, I plucked the courage to text him one last time.

*Why. Why would you do this to me*

*Wanted to see how easy ugly girls were*
*so easy*

He blocked me after that. I was done.

I spent another three days at home, totaling up to a week. But this time I planned out everything. I went out to go shopping when I saw my girls out. They didn't invite me. I walked up to them as I normally would but they all looked away from me.

"Don't tell me you guys aren't with me. You're my girls. How can you just abandon me"

Another idiot that I used to call my best friend, Cathy, spoke then.

"Persie, you were so desperate though. I know you lied to us to always go and stalk David. We all knew you were. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. I talked to his friends and they told us how you always used to drag him away by taking something of his. That wasn't fair on him. Despite everything, he was still so nice to you till the end. That's desperate".

That was wrong. So wrong.

"That's no true. I swear. Im begging you just lis-"

They all walked right past me before I could even finish.

That was the freaking last straw.

I came into school the next day. Everyone was 's quiet in their groups, nobody said or did much. I walked up to that douchbag David's friends and shouted at them.

"How dare you lie about me to my friends. How freaking dare you you douches. Do you think I'll take it sitting down?! Oh your so wrong. I swear, you guys are all a nasty disgrace. Especially David. He is the worst thing that's ever been on earth! All of you can go to hell!!"

I flipped the lunch table on them. One of the idiots finally stood up.

"Can't you just stop now?! Persie I actually didn't know you were this bad. David is dead and you still feel the need to talk trash about him. He was so nice to you even though you treated him however you wanted too. What is actually wrong with you?!"

I fell silent again. Everyone around just looked sullen and angry. Almost like they were seriously holding back from murdering me. I couldn't say he was lying but I couldn't believe it as truth either.

I later found out that it was the truth. David Siame was in an altercation with another student when they suddenly pulled a gun and shot him in the head. The bullet tore through too much gray matter to save him. Even if they could, the bullet went through the hippocampus which would have left him a shell of a person without the ability to store memories. There was no way.

I was devastated. Even after the entire ordeal he put me through, I stilled loved him. His eyes, his hair, the scar on his left eyebrow. I loved them all. But at the same time I was so angry with everything about him. The way he looked at me. The way he stormed off. The way he blocked me. I was so incredibly angry but now that he died, he took away my right to be angry. I can't be angry and trash talk a dead man. Especially one who was apparently given a hard time by me, according to everyone around. I was completely defeated.

All the thoughts, all the memories I had of him slowly began to damage my mind.