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into a small café when a small force bumped into him, taking him by surprise.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! I was just in a hurry to get hom-"

Sawyers deep chuckle interrupted the girl, causing her to blush. "It's alright, I wasn't paying attention, either."

He was captivated by the girls beauty and melodic voice. She had a pale complexion with pin straight, almost black hair, that cascaded down to her hips. Her face was heart shaped and carried sapphire colored eyes, thin lips, and perfectly arched eyebrows.

But Sawyer could see some kind of pain hidden beneath her eyes, along with dark circles. She was smiling but it didn't quite reach her eyes. He wondered what this girl had been through, to make her look so.. upset.

As he was about to speak again, she beat him to it.

"Sorry again. I'll see you at school, yeah?

Sawyer was shocked as she quickly left. This girl went to his school? How had he not noticed her before?

What he didn't know, though, was that he had actually just talked to Harmony for the first time. But Harmony knew it was him. Well, she knew he was Sawyer, just not her Sawyer. She only knew him as the hot, popular kid in her grade. Not the annoying dumbo she had been talking to.

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god, i hate my life.

i'm too drained to come back with a sarcastic remark to the new nickname.

but can we possibly call?

| incoming call from

Harmony was shocked by his deep, husky voice. She couldn't help but feel as if she knew the voice. She was hiding in her closet again, afraid to come out. Before texting him, Harmony had thought about almost taking her precious life again, but didn't.

"H-hey. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you," Her voice cracked and she slightly sniffed. Sawyers heart clenched sadly at the thought of his friend crying.

"B-but I just wanted to talk about something." She added.

This sounded nothing like the sarcastic girl he had been talking to. In fact, her voice sounded broken but some how familiar. "Of course, sweetheart."

Harmony let out a small shiver of delight as the nickname rolled off his tongue. She detected an accent, but now wasn't the time to ask.

"T-thank you. W-well, um, I guess I will just explain everything to you. I'm telling you this because I have no one to talk to and I don't really know you. So m-my parents, well they fight a lot. I know that sounds kind of stupid but they fight like, a lot. Ever since I was twelve. Six fucking years and they can't solve whatever is happening. I remember them yelling at each other for hours and hours, and one day when I was sixteen, I finally just broke down crying for the first time. When I turned seventeen, my older brother over dosed because he couldn't take our parents fighting. He also had a pretty shitty life style but he knew I hated them fighting just as much as he did.

He was twenty and still lived at home with us. God, that was a horrible day. I have a little sister, too, but she's only thirteen years old and never knew what had happened. Well, she knew about our brother, just not what happened. Anyways, even after his death, my parents continued to fight. Sometimes I hated him for leaving me, so I tried to kill myself. I over dosed on random pills and ended up still living. I never really thought about my sister, how I would be leaving her.

It was the worst moment of my life, knowing that I was finally going to get peace but ended up living. I hated it. But at the same time, was thankful, only because I didn't want to leave my sister. But even after, my parents still fought." Harmonys tears started flowing down her rosy cheeks.

"Sweetheart," Sawyer breathed.

"I'm not done. I need to let this out. So in junior year, I had a boyfriend. He made me feel.. special, loved. Boy was I wrong," Sawyers heart constricted at her bitter voice.

"As the summer came, he became... clingy and abusive. Yeah. Sounds like I'm making it up but I swear I'm not. He would slap me and call me worthless and ugly, but always came back with flowers and apologized with sweet nothings. I always forgave him because I just wanted to feel loved.. stupid, right? But one night I walked in on him having sex with our schools popular girl.

Not the best feeling. I immediately ended things, obviously. I finally realized what a dick he was. That same night, I tried killing myself again. This time with stronger pills, and more of them. Again I ended up in the hospital, still alive. I was being selfish, though. I knew I was, I just couldn't help it. It felt like my sister was the only reason I had to live, but even then I still tried. My parents were so clueless, as if they didn't understand why I kept trying. But it's as if the fucking universe wants me to stay, which I hate and love at the same time.

So the whole summer I spent in rehab, which, by the way, didn't help. Nothing could help the situation I was in. When I got back, my phone hadn't been touched, so when I first opened it, many missed texts and calls were there from my ex-boyfriend. It pissed me off so much. I tried blocking his number, but he kept making more fake numbers.

Now it's like a month into the new school year, and the first time I texted you was because he had started texting me again. More specifically, at three in the morning while he was drunk. The reason I typed in the wrong number was because he had been texting me back and forth on like five different numbers and I guess when I was re-typing one of his numbers I must've mis-clicked a number or something.

But anyways. That's kind of a backstory. Now, I'm going to tell you what happened today.. if you're still there, that is." Harmony slightly chuckled at the end and wiped her tear stained face. She wasn't even out of breath from this.

"Yeah. I'm still here." Sawyer murmured. He felt so bad for this girl. She had been through so fucking much and Sawyer wished that he could have done something for her.

Harmony was happy that he had been listening, and continued her story. "So today. Well, I was at a café in town. Which I totally forgot to tell you, I live in Florida, too. Anyways, I was on the way home from there, just enjoying the weather and all before school tomorrow. But when I got home, my dad was standing there on the porch. It was like he... snapped.

Apparently he had slapped my mother and told her to get out of the house or he would. She was scared and had packed a bunch of things before leaving. My sister has been at a friends house, and knows nothing. I heard all of this when I got home and I immediately started screaming at my father before running up to my room and locking the door. I was so tempted to kill myself.. but this time, make sure it actually would work.

I actually thought about my sister this time. And then.. you. I didn't want to leave the world just yet, so I texted you. You don't have to say anything.. I just.. I haven't told anyone about this since.. ever, and I needed to get this off my chest. Thank you for listening, though."

Sawyer took a deep breath, not knowing what to say. "Well. I have nothing to say, honestly. But I'm so sorry for what you've had to go through. I'm glad you called me. I would've hated finding out somehow that you had killed yourself. God, sweetheart. You make my suckish life sound not so suckish anymore. But honestly, don't attempt to kill yourself again. Please. Do it for your sister, and me. I mean, who else would be my texting buddy?" He joked at the end, trying to lighten the mood.

Sawyer heard a soft, light laugh come from the other side of the call. "Thank you, Sawyer."

They didn't know this, but just two hours before, they had been admiring each other's beauty... in front of a wonderful café.