2 BLEEDING OUT UNWANTED FEELINGS

I move towards the back of the bus with my sister. I sit down and go onto my phone and open the camera back and check my forehead if it's still bleeding.

"𝐸𝑤𝑤" I murmured under my breath to see the horrible gash forming on the huge six-head that I have

"You know what isn't ew? That guy you bumped into." Rose said elbowing me

"Oh shut up will ya?" I yelled nudging her back with a slight eye roll

"So you're really going to tell me he wasn't hot at all?" She shouted purposely to make me angry

Not gonna lie he is physically attractive. He looked fit, he definitely had abs and biceps. He seemed so familiar like I knew him before.

"Rose!" I said snapping and almost backhanding her

She started laughing so hard and shook my head, turning to look out the window for the rest of the ride to escape the thoughts I'm having.

7:45 am

After one silent bus ride, we arrived at school, and still in the back of my head I thought I knew the boy I accidentally bumped into somehow. My sister and I both went our separate ways in the halls with all the teenagers swarming around us.

As I got into the junior hallway I decided to brush it off and not let this mysterious man eat at me. Just after winter break, everything felt off. I'm hoping the back of the hairs that are standing up are for no reason...

"Hm." I said out loud getting a book out of my tiny locker

I darted through the crowded halls and went straight to my first period of the day.

I took a seat in the very far back.

"English. How fun." I mumbled under my breath

When people started flocking in the room I immediately could point out my ditzy friend.

Davey.

He dressed grunge. Gothic you could say. His outfit today consists of worn-out smoky silver covered jeans with a black Nirvana sweatshirt he wore constantly.

Trendy.

Davey never failed to make me and everyone around us laugh. He was a dark-humored class clown.

I could see through the act he put up at school. Something about him always seemed glum when I looked into those hazel eyes.

My gaze locked with his and he sprinted immediately to the back right next to me. He nudged me with his elbow and bluntly said

"Hey asshole." with the biggest smirk on his face

"Hi, douche." I said flipping him off

"Woah what happened to your forehead? Did you get mauled by a bear this morning?" He said trying to suspect my wound

"Very funny. But no I actually-" I got cut off by a huge thud each and every person heard in the classroom as the door got closed with force

The room became silent and everyone stopped putting the grins on their faces.

Mr. Bouwer was here. Great.

"As usual." I scoffed

"Good morning! I hope you all had a great winter break...because I didn't. Had to deal with my well behaved son you must know. Davey Bouwer." Our teacher said smiling pushing his bottle capped shaped glasses closer to his face

He obviously was not pleased.

"Thank you,thank you." Davey said sarcastically with the signature smirk waving

My peers cracked a laugh and snickered at him of course, but not Mr.Bouwer.

The class got silent when we saw the look on his face. The disappointment we all at once felt scanning the classroom. Davey still was smiling from ear to ear.

I really didn't know how he did it. How was he so positive about everything? Especially having Mr.Bouwer as your dad. I really did wonder if he even had a soul. I never saw that man happy in the years of knowing him. Staring at Davey blankly, it made me look at his every feature as he acted so silly.

His smile was brighter than anything I could imagine, the blonde spikes glistening as the sun rises, hearing the chair slightly creak watching the lower part of his leg to his foot move up and down.

He seemed pretty anxious, almost afraid of his dad as I watched his movements closely.

"What?" Davey said acting unphased and didn't know what he was doing

Mr.Bouwer rolled his eyes and let out a huge sigh people could probably hear down the hall. It was that loud. slammed his work on the desk and went to the whiteboard.

Before writing he pulled the sleeves up below his elbow on his blue cardigan and picked up a black expo marker.

Who is your hero?

"Now for your first assignment for the second semester,I would like for you to write a two thousand word essay talking about who is a hero to you? Who impacted your life for the better? Who was your role model?" He said as he put the cap back on the marker and fidgeted with it.

My mother.

The only person I ever wanted to meet or at least some time in my life. So I could just spend one moment and make one special time, one memory. What is it like putting your whole existence at risk to the point where you couldn't even see your own daughters grow up?

Or is that even true? Does she even care how I'm doing or coping as she disappeared from her family's life? I want to know who and where my mother is. She missed out on everything.

She was supposed to be here at least for my teenage years, no calls, no texts. It might as well always be the voice in my head, the pictures dad showed us of them being together when they were growing up. The auburn flowing hair, her piercing blue eyes, that perfect pearly white mesmerizing smile my dad would be in a trance just talking about.

*FLASHBACK*

Amber: "Where is mom dad? Tell me the truth for once, you're always saying she's doing what's best for us, but if she really was she would see me and Rose. She would tell us how much she cares and loves us. WHERE IS SHE?!" I said using both of my fists pounding on my dad's chest bawling

I wrapped my arms around my dad's waist, bawling uncontrollably.

Amber: "W-Where is s-she?" I said burying my face into my dads lower stomach

Dad: "Honey, I promise she'll be back before your twenty. I never had any control of her and what she wanted to do. Please. This isn't my fault Amber." He said caressing the back of my head

*FLASHBACK OVER*

I took a big exhale placing both my hands on my forehead.

A tear fell from my cheek as I felt my body get cold and shivered to the point where I felt numb to the touch.

I started to get lost in my thoughts, slowly tuning out of reality, watching Mr.Bouwer's mouth move and fidget with the marker in his left hand.

Second after the second. Minute after minute. Time felt endless looking at that clock. I picked and picked the scab near my temple. Blood started to trickle down my pointer finger. Finally, I started feeling countless types of pain once again after demolishing all the pondering I was getting inside my head. Stinging agony consumed me.

The more I looked around to try and observe what was going on to distract myself, my vision blurred. My eyes were starting to feel so heavy.

"Amb-"

Everything went black.