"Nightmares are scary but reality can be more."

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°⿻ꦿ Ordeal of reality.

I rushed back to the house without even glancing at his face and before long, I was watching Henry rock back and forth on his heels.

My lips lifted up in a small smile while scanning him quietly, it was an incredible feeling seeing someone get worried about you, even over the simplest of things. He turned around after a while, his brows bumped together in a scowl and he bounced closer to me.

"Where were you?" He questioned worriedly. The giggle rolled out of me without any particular reason. He furrowed his brow. "Are you okay?" He queried. The question made me burst into laughter.

"Since when am I okay?" I ask between laughs.

"Since the day I met you, you were never fine." He murmured quietly, despite the softness, I still heard him clearly.

"Exactly," a single tear slid from my mournful eyes falling into my dry skin; his hand cupped my cheek while his thumb wiped away the tear. I rest my head on his palm placing my hand over his.

"I'm glad you're here," I kissed his palm softly.

"I'm glad you're in my life too." He kisses the top of my head, lips soft and warm. There was this sense of protection in his kisses above anything else.

With the timing of the all-knowing, the witch Hannah had come into the room, quickly pulling us apart. A sigh had left my lips before I clumped upstairs to my room and flung myself into bed, staying there for four hours without any movement, eating, or talking--just lost in silent thought. I didn't know if it was the society that made me like this, or if it was the happiness that was forbidden to find me.

Did I even have a happy childhood? I wondered and I wished I could remember my past, despite the part of me that was frightened to know. Maybe, what I had was worse. I'll never know, but I knew that I must hold on in life and never give up even if I'm feeble.

I shambled to the window for fresh air and that was when I saw Liam again, standing in his room's window too. He waved foolishly whilst smiling widely, his smile was the prettiest that I have ever seen, it was pure and innocent, like a child.

I was standing straight with my arms crossed emotionlessly, I even tried to glance away from him. However, he didn't give up. He got a paper and pen then wrote 'Hey, fuck-off-girl' I held myself from smiling in front of him, 'you look out of the mood from earlier, so can I treat you with a beer?' he wrote another note while his lips moved in "please".

I pressed my lips together and stroked my chin, acting like I was thinking before nodding with a lackluster smile. I felt his happiness through the space between us, it was as if he won an award. I minced my way up to the door.

"Daisy" I heard Henry's voice calling my name, so I hurridly turned around and covered his mouth.

"Be quiet," I whispered before I take my hands off.

"Are you going somewhere?" He whispered and I nodded. "Where?" He asked quietly.

"To hell, and I want to be alone," I was about to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

"Wait a minute," he bounced to his room getting me a jacket to wear of his. He came back and handed it to me. "Be safe." He ordered me, but it sounded like a quiet beg. A smile surfaced on my face with my eyes sparkling before I stood on my toes and pressed my lips on his cheek.

"I will make sure to be back soon, don't worry." That was my last sentence before going outside of the house.

I glimpsed the blonde boy swaying in his place while holding a plastic bag. "Waiting for someone?" I asked teasingly, he straightened himself when he heard my voice and glanced at me with a toothy smile.

"A girl named Fuck-Off," the way he joked made me feel that he had a bright life, I assumed many things about humans' lives.

"How is that girl?" I wondered jokingly.

"So mean but pretty too," he kept eye contact with me and a smile dangled on the corner of his lips. My gaze became glazed. Although he was a comical outgoing person, he didn't interest me much.

"I see," the forced smile took its place on my lips.

"Let's sit somewhere," he suggested. I remembered the playground in the neighborhood that Henry used to take me to when we were kids.

"Do you know how to run?" My eyes sparkled with excitement as I was thought back to when I was eleven years old with Henry.

"Do you know how to breathe?" He answered my question with a question in return. Ninety-nine percent of all humans would say yes to that question, even plants and animals breath, but I didn't know how to breathe probably, life didn't teach me that.

"I don't know how, but I'm forced to so I guess you are forced too with me." I clasped his hand and I ran with him like the winter colliding into inanimate objects and crashing waves hitting the shoreline.

I was free for a moment that didn't last long enough as we had arrived at the park. Without a minute of thinking, I let go of his hand and sat on the swing that I used to sit on when I was younger, mostly as I cried. I glanced at Liam and I found him staring at his hand, his lips slowly lifting up in a warm smile. A blush seared my face and for a few seconds, I thought my face on fire.

He turned to face me, a smirk surfaced on his face as his eyes flashed while gazing at me and no one else. He came closer to the swing, his eyes still connected to mine. I tried to glance away, but there was no escape from my fate.

"Your cheeks are--" before he could continue, I cut him off.

"It happens to me sometimes when I run," another lie lept out of my mouth.

"Will you tell me your name?" He grabbed a beer from the plastic bag and handed it to me after opening it. I took a gulp of the beer.

"My name is Daisy," I announced to him finally.

"My favorite flower," it was the first time that someone complimented my name, I was so shocked I could hardly believe it was real--I thought I was hallucinating. I thought my hallucinations had become so aware, that I had come up with an unrealistic person to see me in a positive way.

"You aren't real, are you?" I questioned him.

"What makes me unreal?" He questioned again.

"The way you treat me," I answered.

"What do you mean?" I could read the confusion on his face.

"Nobody would treat me like this, they all bully me, mistreat me, so of course, you ain't real. It may be a hallucination, perhaps a dream." I took another gulp.

"If it was a dream or hallucination, you wouldn't feel this," he leaned his face closer to mine, our foreheads touching before the moment that he pressed his lips into mine. I hardly had time to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and after I parted them, delved inside my mouth.

I came back to my mind far too late and broke the kiss, pushing him away. "I have to go."

I rushed back to the house, I ran all the way to my room without talking or allowing anyone to talk to me. I locked myself in my room with the darkness filling it. I felt like I had committed a crime, although it was just a kiss, a sloppy one at that. I heard knocking on my door, so I turned around slowly and I opened it. I found the tall boy with the eyes from heaven, Henry.

My arms wrapped around his waist squeezing lightly and I rested my head on his chest. I could feel every pound in his chest, it made me calmer. He slowly wrapped an arm around my shoulders, gently rubbing my arm. The world in his arms was so different, I never wanted to leave those arms.

"Henry," I gently called out his name while slowly looking at his face.

"Hmm" I heard his soft muttering.

"I need to tell you something," I wanted to confess about what happened, but I felt it was way too hard to say it all at once.

"Just tell me." He murmured quietly, I took a step backward while inhaling a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes at me, they were full of curiosity.

"Guys, you in here?" Mrs. Blake's tone cut us off.

"Not there as you can see," my sarcasm was dull, and unemotionally.

"Where is Hannah?" She questioned.

"In her room, why?" Henry replied.

"Your dad and I have something urgent to discuss with you, so get Hannah and come downstairs," she stated before going downstairs. I blinked at Henry while he lifted his arms and shrugged.

I went downstairs and he went to get his sister. After a moment, we were all sitting on the couch, feeling lost as we tried to decipher the looks on Mr. and Mrs. Blake's faces.

"So, we thought your high school wasn't good for Daisy, so we transferred you all to another high school that is much better," Mr. Blake announced.

I should have felt better, but for an unspecified reason, it crushed my soul, especially after they said the name of the high school: 'Hamilton High School'.

I watched over Henry, he was smiling broadly, why wasn't he upset? Henry was elated for me but why wasn't I? Then I noticed the glares from Hannah pointed in my direction. She loved our old school as she cared less about how much I get bullied, or maybe she loved it too since she was my first enemy ever.

Without waiting for her actions, I headed back to the room and flopped onto the bed. I curled up while thinking of the new high school. Every girl in my position would get a little happier that they would have a big chance for a new start. Well, that is every normal person that is bullied due to their ugly face, being overweight, being a total nerd, or a whore. Nope, I was bullied because I was the murder's daughter and of course that wouldn't change no matter where we went.

After much thinking, sleep pulled at my eyelids and another nightmare was waiting for me, but that one was different than the others.

There was a little brunette girl plopped down, her back facing me, with an adult man lying next to her soaked in blood. There was blood all over the floor like the lazy river that spread throughout the room.

I gasped at the scene with my hand covering my mouth. I wanted to go to that little girl, but I was terrified of the blood that I kept shifting my gaze away from.

Suddenly I could notice my mother sitting on the floor next to the man. Her lips and chin were trembling while holding the knife with her uncontrollably shaking hand. Her red eyes dripped with tears, she cried as if that man would come back if she shed enough tears. Her screaming and sobbing was as loud as thunder.

My legs started to shake, but I wanted to see who the little girl was. I took a step closer to her to see her face. My eyes widened and I fell on my knees when I saw her face, tears spilling from my eyes.

She was looking at the man, eyes full of hatred, while the mother was devastated, she was feeling relieved.

That girl was the young me. That little girl with blood covering her hands and her clothes, she felt nothing.

I jumped out of bed, drenched in sweat, it soaked the back of my clothes. There was a new tightness in my throat. My lungs felt elastic, they were sagging instead of expanding for the next breath.

"You ain't like your mom, you're even worse." The sound of a man's voice echoed in my head.

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