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63.
Cole's P.O.V.
I wake up feeling excited, butterflies swirl in my stomach. I creep out of bed carefuly, trying not to pulll the blankets off Xavier's sleeping body.
I walk into the bathroom and freshen up, it's been two weeks coming. Today, is going to be Xavier's day. His condition is deteriorating. Each day that he wakes up, his jaw becomes more defined and his face hollow. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and stare at this deathly person before me. His skin is getting as white as the moon that shines in our bedroom at night and illuminates his ghostly face.
On the outside, he wasn't the Xavier I knew and it hurt me that I could find him resistable. It really hurt.
Sometimes I my eyes will open and my heart would leap into my mouth.
Is he dead? I keep on asking myself at night when I wak
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"I can't do this anymore!" A loud smash echoed from downstairs from the living room."He is a freak! I can't have him living in our household!""He brings disgrace to our family name."Xavier stayed in his dark room. Curled up in a ball. Wishing he was someone else. But he wasn't, and he can't change that. He sobbed quietly, not wanting his family to hear."Look at the time! It's 2:12 in the fucking morning! I need to go to work in the morning and we've wasted fucking two hours arguing about him. I'm going to bed." The man stormed off into the master bedroom, followed by the woman.Xavier checked the glowing green light which showed the time on his alarm clock."Oh." He said quietly to himself. Xavier had school tomorrow so he better get some sleep. He got up, knowing it was safe to do so, as he heard his parent snore. He got undressed and put on his pajamas
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I looked to the ground and was greeted by my scattered books.Why didn't I notice this sooner?"Sorry." I whispered, both to the boy and myself."Sorry is not going to make the books magically appear in my fucking arms again, for Christ's sake, pick 'em up!" He demanded and he was right. It was my fault. I got to the floor and started picking up the books. Being on all fours, my knees hard against the dirty school floor was demoralising.'Dumb and blind.'I looked back up. There was something about the boy I liked. His jawline, it was captivating. A solid line from his ear, around his rounded cheeks down to his perfect chin.Stop Xavier. Be normal."Stop looking at me you freak pick up the books!" He yelled ringing my ears. Funnily enough his features didn’t seem so attractive anymore."Here." I say,
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I run out of the class. The halls are empty. I can feel myself breaking down. I can't handle being late again."Fuck." I curse. My tears threaten to escape my eyes. Hot tears boil in the corner of my eyes. I have biology next. It's not the thought of missing out and being punished by the teachers that is scaring me. It's my parents."Control yourself. You will be fine." The voice says.'No he won't. Xavier you are hopeless. Just drop out of school.'"I need to calm down." I say. I decide to skip biology. I need to take a breather. I walk outside. It's so isolated."If he finds out. He's going to kill you." The voice says."I know. But let's not think of that now. I can't think...I miss my brothers and my sister.""Yeah. We all miss them.""Why couldn'thedie instead of them!?" I yell.
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Stay?What was that supposed to mean?The colour of the writing really made me curious. It was very red. Almost like blood.No. No. It can't be blood. I thought to myself. The bell rang, which brought me out of my thoughts. I kept this paper. I thought about the other one.Are they clues?But why would someone give me clues? No one really knows me here.I decide to fetch the other note out of the bin."What the fuck? What are you doing you hobo?" A booming voice comes from behind me. I look up and see it's the same guy from earlier, but this time, he had a gang.I couldn't speak. His mere presence would make me feel like a thread was being sewn between my lips, painfully closing them."Well?" He stood there awaiting my response."Don't you have a class to go to?" I asked.
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