{Two weeks later}

hair

/hɛː/

noun

any of the fine threadlike strands growing from the skin of humans,

My heart races as I stare in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, I looked down at my phone seeing all the messages I sent Blake one to get no reply. I swallow a gulp of saliva, I sigh throwing my phone onto the bathroom counter as I stare at the hair in the sink.

Not a lot of hair has fell but a chunk, it wouldn't show if it tie my hair up in a pony tail but if it was down it would be noticeable. I take a deep breath in again, I couldn't help the tears that left my eyes.

I sobbed feeling my heart ache, I let out gas-ply breaths trying to calm my self down but I couldn't. I felt all alone, everything inside of me felt the need to stop this and give up. I grabbed the shaver from my draw and plugged it into the wall staring at the mirror.

Before I could do anything I dropped to the floor holding my face in my hands, why couldn't I take it no more. I hear my phone ringing, ignoring the sounds I continue the cries that has left my eyes.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder it was my first time going to school in a while, I looked like shit. My eye were red and swollen from the tears I cried. The doctor said stress and upset's can make my cancer worse. So then I became numb.

I felt broken I guess. I expected a reaction but that wasn't it. I look down at the pink locket in my hands and throw it onto my bed. I go downstairs ignoring my parents as I walk out. Slamming the door shut behind me. I walk down the busy streets full of parents and kids riding bikes. I shoved my head phones in my ears as I remember the conversation I had with Blake a few weeks ago.

Moss-laden bricks of grey-orange, fitting as guards on the threshold. Behind the fool's-ancient wrought-iron gates.

Where rows upon rows of crumbling mounds stood in various interpretations of upright, their pores bathing in light from an ill moon, ailing. Porous trees hunched over most of the void spared by the sickening light's expanse, plunging the rest in healthy shadow. The place echoed.

To enter, I must skirt around a pile of wet leaves. Today there is no weather; there is no wind, just howling. The temperature is of a mild apparition and so I hear the winds company more so.

The leaf barbs that bar nefarious entrance are of little consequence to my apt overage and the grey-orange guards do little but deposit their dust upon me and my cloth. I walk towards the grave where Keira was buried, I missed her funeral because of my own chemotherapy. I stood silently in front of it.

"I'm being weak again...I don't know what to do...he ruined me and left me when I needed him the most..." I whispered as I bent on one knee, "do I deserve this? I..-" Should go.

Entering the school halls, I pulled my beanie down onto my head as everyone begins staring at me, I rub onto my arms but decide to ignore them until I notice everyone hovering my locker. They all dispersed when they saw me, I stop in front of it and look at the words written in red lipstick.

'Losing your hair already?'

'You might as well die sooner than later.'

'Nobody would miss you.'

I looked to see the blonde cheerleader laughing loudly with her friends. Michelle. I'm not even surprised that she knows. I opened my locker taking my P.E bag out before pushing my school bag inside. I locked it and walked away from the words.

They say 'Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you.' That was absolute ball shit. Words hurt more that stone. I pushed the girls changing room to get changed. I notice a new girl besides Michelle as they begin laughing.

"Okay class, we are packing up now." The swimming lessons were long, we never even swam we just learnt the rules of it. "Amira, Michelle clear up the rest go get changed." I began standing up to pick up the notes from the ground, thats when I feel someone grabbing my both my arms and throwing me hard onto the ground.

"What the fuck?" I shouted, I look up and saw the new girl whom I yet to know her name and Michelle with a few other girls in our class standing behind her. "I heard you've been real comfortable with my boyfriend." The new girl said. "Guess we have to teach you a lesson." My eyes widen before she grabs my hair and drags me towards the toilets in the swimming pool centre.

"This is for kissing him." She wraps her hands around my hair and pushes me down the toilet, I try grab her wrist but she keep my head in the water for too long I begin to loose focus. "This is for thinking you had a chance." She brought my head back up and before I took a breath she shoved me back down.

I hit her hand screaming in the water as she pulled me back out. "Remember my name. It's Lauren. Blakes girl friend." She pushes me roughly against the wall smashing something hard against my face and clothes.

I opened my eyes to see them throwing a bucket full of dirty mud and paint. "Thats what you get for thinking you can take my man." I wipe my face hearing the door close.

I left my bag and things and ran. I ran out of the locker room pushing some boys in my class. I enter the hallway and notice the words on my locker.

Then I link eyes with everyone, I hear everyone laughing at me like children at a funfair Or was I being to into the stress... I see the cameras being flashed in my face. I cover my face and push myself rushing towards the exit.