Walking into school alone that morning wasn't fun. Michael went ahead of me because he had to meet the boys for something... This meant I was driving and walking into school alone.

As I walk into school I earn stares from everyone. I'm wearing the same thing that I wear most days. I'm wearing a t-shirt with skinny jeans and my converse. Nothing new. Why was everyone staring at me?

I heard whispers coming from every direction. When I got to my locker everyone's eyes shifted to me. I hesitantly opened my locker and nothing happened, fortunately. I heard some one whisper "how could someone live for so long without their parents? I mean how does no one know about this?"

How do they know now someone had to tell them. This isn't good. I need to find Michael.

I shut my locker and hurried to the bathroom, pulling my phone out of my pocket to call Michael.

1 ring...

2 rings... Come on Michael answer

3 rings...

4 rin-

"Hello?"

"Where are you?!" My voice cracked. I am freaking out.

"Hey.. Hey calm down. I'm in the music room. What happened?"

"Mikey everyone knows about my parents." Okay so I know this is probably something stupid to freak out over because it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not ashamed that my parents are dead but this town is different. If someone's parents are divorced it means the child is a screw up. Their parents didn't raise them right because of that so they will never make it in the world. This town is tough on people like that. But my parents dying would be a different thing. Nobody knew that may parents had died except for their work places. They worked almost an hour away from Middleton. No one cared for my family... Like I said I'm invisible I'm this town, and so were my parents. I switched schools before high school started because Michaels parents lived in a smaller home.

"Oh... Do we need to go home?" He had worry in his voice just like me.

"I just need you to get here and help me." I paused, "I don't know what to do Michael." I whispered trying to make sure no one from the hallway could hear.

"I will be there in a second. I'm coming up the stairs now. Don't hang up okay?"

"Okay I won't hang up." I sat in the bathroom quietly sobbing until I hear Michael walk up.

"I'm here... Can you come out so I don't have to come in and look like a rapist?" We both giggled as I hung up and walked out of the bathroom. "I told you not to hang up." He looked like one of those sad emojis.

"I'm sorry but I'm standing in front of you." Tears kept falling from my eyes.

"Don't cry angel. Let's go to the car and talk about this, yeah?" I nodded in response to his suggestion.

"Michael." I paused trying to hold all the sobs inside of my mouth, "I think I need to go home. But I want you to stay at school. You don't need to miss just because I don't feel one hundred percent." But please take me home. I don't want to be alone. I thought to myself.

"If you think for one second that I'm leaving you or letting you go home by yourself ever, then I don't think you know me." I looked up at him and he stared down at me. As we approached the car he wrapped his arm around me, giving me one of those awkward side hugs everyone talks about.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for this."

"No thanks are needed. I would do this no matter what the situation was." The blessed car that would carry me away from this nightmare I called a school.

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When we got home we dropped our bags like it was any other day, except instead of getting food from the kitchen we went straight upstairs and laid down. He knows how stressful this is for me and he knows exactly what helps me when I'm stressed.

"The pizza should be here in 10 minutes." Pizza? What pizza is he talking about.

"When did you order a pizza?"

"You zoned out in the car while I ordered one." Then a knock followed by a door bell. Really. Why do they always do both? Why can't you do one or the other? "I'll get it!" He jumped up and ran for the door. I also got up and made my way to the bathroom.

"I look like shit." I looked in the mirror and this was a very true fact. Mascara was smeared every which way along with eyeliner. Tear stains were on my cheeks. My eyes were tired and dull. I removed all the make up to find a still tired and dull looking face... This is the side of me that no one sees. My vulnerable side. The side that I wish no one could see.

I hadn't noticed until I stopped thinking that I was already searching under my sink for something. Then I found it. I slammed the end of the razor on the counter and broke it.

"DO YOU WANT CHEESE OR PEPPERONI?!" Michael was yelling from the kitchen.

"CHEESE IS GOOD WITH ME!" I yelled back.

After I had finally pried the razor apart and gotten one piece of metal that I held in my hand. I wanted to slide it across my wrist, at least one time. I placed it on my wrist, slowly gliding it across the skin that was peeling apart. When I lifted the razor off my skin it started bleeding so I grabbed a band aid from the drawer and placed it on my wrist. Luckily I had an extra sweater laying in my bathroom floor and picked it up and put it on. I walked back out of the bathroom to find Michael sprawled on my bed with pizza in one hand and his attention on the tv. I walked to my closet to get a different long sleeve shirt that wasn't dirty.

"What are you doing?" I jumped at Michaels words surprised that he spoke.

"I'm getting a warmer shirt."

"Okay. I put your pizza on the night stand."

"Thanks." If only he knew that I wasn't gonna eat it. He didn't know the pain ahead of me. The invisible girl from 9th grade is making a come back.

(a//n)

So this is the next chapter... In chapter 20 you remember that she almost cut but was stopped by an interrupting Michael. He didn't interrupt this time.

That's all I have to say because my eye are begging to be closed.

Bye babes

Kat💕