Just Trust Me || n.h. (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

An update already? Yup have to get my ideas down before I forget them! Enjoy :)

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*The Next Day*

Tatum's P.O.V.

I woke up with a jolt and found I was drenched in sweat.

Another bad dream... Actually more like a nightmare!

As I get my breathing under control I look at my wrist and examine the harm I did to myself because of...him. I won't get into who "him" is anytime soon. It's just too painful to talk about.

I look at my clock sitting on my night stand.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I say under my breath seeing I woke up over an hour early.

Failing at trying to go back to sleep I walk downstairs to the kitchen and find that my mom is up making coffee.

"Hey what are you doing up so early?" I look to my mom and don't say anything, her knowing exactly what my silence means.

"I thought you were done having them," my mom questions.

"I guess not..." I say as I grab a bowl to make some cereal.

After a couple minutes of silence my mom finally speaks up. "You can start school on Monday if you want. You don't have to start in the middle of the week."

"Might as well get the first day out of the way. Besides, I'm already up," I say taking another bite of Coco Puffs.

"Okay your decision. Well I'm off to work." She comes over and kisses my head. "Have a good day at school."

And with that she was out the door leaving me with my thoughts. Once I finish eating I put my bowl in the sink and head upstairs to take a shower. I get ready for school wearing jeans, vans, and a sweater since the weather app says it is a bit chilly outside in London. I put my hair in a messy ponytail doing simple makeup consisting of a thin line of eyeliner and a coat of mascara. One last glance in the mirror satisfied with how I look, I grab my bag and head out the door.

Since we don't live far from the school I decide to walk. When the wind doesn't blow it is actually really nice out. As I am walking up the steps to my new personal hell, I mean school, all eyes are on me. "Just great," I think to myself.

I take a deep breath and make my way to the front office to get my schedule and locker number and combination, trying my best to ignore the stares. "I get I'm the new girl but how about you take a picture it will last longer," I say in my head not having the guts to say it out loud.

"Here is your schedule with your locker number and combination, Miss Williams. Do you think you can find your way to homeroom?" The lady at the front desks asks me.

"Yes ma'am I think I can manage."

"Ok if you have any trouble or questions just let us know." I silently thank her heading to homeroom.

I walk out of the office hitting something hard, everything falling out of my hands and onto the floor. I kneel down picking up my belongings and notice another set of hands helping me.

"I'm so sorry I bumped into you," I say not looking up.

"Don't worry about it love it was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going," a deep Irish accent says. I look up to see who I bumped into and who was kindly helping me pick up my things. Back at my old schools if something like this happened people would just laugh, some even kicking my books down the hall making an even bigger mess for me to embarrassingly pick up.