Although 2 weeks have gone by and Lucas hasn’t done anything to me, I still look over my shoulder, waiting for him to strike. I learned that my table mate in Science’s name is Cobolt, like the color. I thought it was pretty cool. I mean my name is just a stone, a purple one, but a stone nonetheless. He said his mom gave him his name and that she was his favorite person in the whole world. I caught the fact that he said it was rather than is so I asked him about it and he became really quiet. I had thought I had done something wrong but he assured me I didn’t do anything, it was just a touchy subject for him. I acknowledge that. I had things that not even I want to think or know about some times, so I let the subject go. 

    Me and Cobalt have gotten very close, closer than most people would after only knowing each other for a week. It felt like we have known each other since forever. It has been an amazing time, but I can’t help looking over my shoulder, making sure Lucas isn’t there. I think Cobalt is catching onto my nervousness around him because every time I see Lucas, he grabs my hand on instinct. When he touches my hand, I feel this weird tingling sensation going up my arm. I figure he just has a lot of electricity coursing through him and he shocks me with it. I don’t put too much thought into it. It’s just a tingle, what could it possibly mean? Right now, we are sitting on my bed at my house, studying for our science test tomorrow. Apparently, the teacher thought it would be okay to wait until the day before to tell us so none of us have been studying. He said we should be studying all the time, just in case of a pop quiz in the future. So sorry, but some of us have lives outside of your class, sir. He is such a douche most of the time. I hate him so much.

    Anyway, we were sitting on my bed, studying, like good children, when my seven-year-old brother yells from the door, “Stop making out, loser. Dad said we have to eat together tonight and invite your boyfriend to stay.” I hate him so much, especially right now. He says this kind of shit to get on my nerve, and it works, every time. Anyway, I ask Cobalt and he gets all nervous, saying “I have to go. I’ll...um call you tomorrow...or later tonight. Depends, I might bebusy.” I thought this was really weird, but I let him go. I’ll think about that tomorrow. 

    I walk down the hall to the stairs and go to the dining room, seeing my parents and brother sitting there, all joking around. I suddenly become sad, realizing that they don’t need me here. I’m only here because Dad needs me to stay here or he is a “bad dad”. I was contemplating leaving once, when I was younger, after the accident. I didn’t get very far before Dad found me. He knew where I would go, the place where my life turned to shit. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my family, even if they do forget me sometimes, I love them. But they aren’t ever going to be able to replace what I lost. No one will. It’s been years, almost six, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I was so depressed, I lost all my friends. Some of them are my tormentor’s sluts now, but again I don’t care. They are just a reminder of what I lost, and who I am now. 

    I walk into the dining room to see that all the food is already gone. Upset that they forgot me for food once again, I walk back up to my room and see a single white rose, dripping with a purple liquid from the thorns, sitting on my bed, on top of a single purple piece of paper. I cautiously walk to the frower and pick it up. I prick myself on a thorn I didn’t see and my vision suddenly starts to go black. I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling a burning sensation through my entire body. I hear footsteps hurrying through the house, up the stairs, to my room. I hear the door slam open when the world goes black.