Twelve Hours Till Dark: Chapter 2

            I jerk awake in a frightened sweat as the memories of that day flood back into me. I’ve been having that same recurring nightmare for the past year. Shuddering, I walk into the bathroom and spray cold water on my face.
​            Looking into the mirror I see a shadow of the boy I once was. Ten years later and the memories of that day still burn inside me. I’m very handsome, or so I’ve been told by many females. Dark, curly hair spreads around my head and forehead. A permanently creased brow leads to my sharp, intelligent blue eyes. Thin lips that forever show disdain and hate making a tattooed frown on my face. I check out my lean arms and sculpted body that lead down to my toned legs. I give myself a quick smile just to see if I remember how.
​            I brush my teeth as fast as I can and get dressed. I throw on some jeans and a loose fitting v neck t-shirt, purple like always. I walk out of my room and slip on my shoes. I sling my backpack around my shoulder and saunter off to my greatest battle of the day, high school.

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