Hey angel
Do you know the reasons why
We look up to the sky?
Hey angel
Do you look at us and laugh
When we hold on to the past?
Hey angel

Angelique's POV

This feeling is still foreign. Going outside without worrying about being shot and killed is foreign. Not seeing people in leather jackets roam around with guns is foreign. Not being scared that this could be your last time seeing your family is foreign. Being able to do whatever you want is foreign. Freedom is foreign.

As I walk out of the door I see my dad's car, which once used to be so clean that you could see your reflection is now covered with layers and layers of dust. No one bothers about it anymore. Not since... No, today is not the day I'll spend crying.

I walk past the car, waiting for him to come and pick me up, when it hits me it is never going to happen again. No. I can't cry. Not here.

I walk to the bus stop, everyone is happier than ever. The new term had just began wth a new ray of hope, so why wouldn't they be? As soon as I arrive everyone decides to stops talking and stare at me. I can hear my own heartbeat. These pitiful eyes and fake sympathy makes me sick. I am uncomfortable as hell.

I start looking for Harry. He stands there chatting, smiling and giggling. I stand right beside him but he doesn't even notice me, as if I'm invisible. I decide to speak up. "Hey, Hazza." No response. I am ignored yet again. Maybe I am invisible. Hazza, no Harry was my last hope, that maybe after all I will not have to talk to Zayn. I'll try my best to ignore Zayn.

I sit there waiting for the bus to arrive. I open my phone, scrolling through the gallery I come across a picture, of us. The four of us chilling in Miami, before disaster struck. We look so happy. Who would've thought this would've happened. Me, Harry, Zayn and Him. The four of us were inseparable. I close my phone. If I look at this anymore I'll start crying.

I look up to see Ashley walking towards me. Ugh. She is the popular girl. We both hate each other but now that I am the 'vulnerable helpless victim girl' she is here with her fake sympathy. "How are you holding up, Angelique?, or should I say angel?" No-no-no. Not the nickname. That's what my dad, and he used to call me. It sounds like venom from this snake's mouth. "I am doing good, Ashley, and Angelique is just fine." I say, fake smiling while I'm at it. "Oh yeah, I probably shouldn't call you angel. Isn't that what he-"

That's it. I leave without letting her finish the sentence. I can hear her laughing at a distance, but that doesn't stop me. I run for what seems like miles with tears streaming down my cheeks. I thought I could do this. Just go back to living normally. But it isn't as easy as I thought. Seems like it's going to take me much more to get back to 'normal'.