I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, stuff my earbuds in my ears, and opened the car door. Music cranked as loud as it would go, I turn the car off, and get out, closing and locking it behind me. I walk in the school with my head down, earbuds in, and book bag on. Right as I walk in, I notice people looking at me. Why is it so unusual for someone to lose their parents and sister in a car crash and you still survive?

I never really find out because I never ask. I never care too much to ask anyone. So I carried on with life, like anyone else would.

The bell rang over my head and I hurried over to my locker and punched in the combination, 15-37-12, and grab my Algebra 2 textbook and stuff it my bag. I close my locker and turn around but run into someone, causing me to drop all my stuff. I feel like I broke my nose.

"Oh my God are you ok?!" I look up to see the guy every girl dreams about, even I dream about, Chris Woods. Chris is the most popular guy in all of River Banks Ohio. He is tall (and is 18 years old) with brown hair and these dreamy blue eyes that are too good to be true. Not to mention that he is the sexiest guy here, and his smile charmed everyone. And he has arms of steel. Probably from lifting weights or doing sports or something. Oh yeah. And he used to be my best friend. But that was before he started ignoring me.

Rubbing my nose I look at him, blush, and nod.

"Thanks." I whisper. I grab the things I dropped and head to math. As I round the corner I look back and see him staring after me with an expression I can't quite tell what it is. I put my head down and keep walking.

***

I walk into math and all heads turn towards me. I find an empty seat at the back of the room. I put my book bag on the desk to hide my face, turn my music down a bit so I can hear the teacher, pull my hood down even further, and prop my feet in the chair beside me. A few minutes into class, the door opens and someone walks in. Chris.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Withers," He said to my Algebra teacher. "I was in the office. I'm sorry I'm late."

"No worries, Chris. Just take a seat over there, in the back by Rebecca." She continued with the lesson. Wait?! Did I hear her correctly? He's gonna sit by me!? Oh no no no no no!

He looks at me and makes his way over.

"Is it ok if I sit here? There's no other seat open." He asks me.

I don't respond. I slide my feet off the chair, sit up straight, and slide my book bag over to block the teacher again.

"Thanks." He says as he slides into the seat beside me.

After a while of Mrs. Withers talking, she told us to split into pairs. Every girl's eyes landed in Christ but before they could ask him, he told them that he's working with me. What the actual heck?

"Is it ok if we're partners?" He asks right as they turn and leave, pouting at him, and glaring at me.

"Sure." I mouth. My throat still hurts from the crash that happened less than a month ago. I have a scar on my neck the shape of a starfish from when they said I wasn't breathing so they had to make an air hole for me to breath. Thankfully they said my throat would heal with time and I would be able to speak. But I might never sing again. And even if I can, I'm not sure I would. Singing was mine and my sister's thing, we were amazing at it. Until she died and I almost died. I miss her. I'm not sure what to do now that I don't have her to help me.

"Hey are you ok?" Chris looks at me with worry in his eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine." I try to say but fail. It comes out in a horrid croak.

"No your not. You need to go to the nurse or something."

"I said I'm fine!" I croak/yell. I jump up, grab my stuff, and walk out of the room. A second later the bell rings above me signaling next period.

Instead of heading to my next period I head out to the parking lot. I got in the car and think I am safe so I took out my ear buds, take off my hoodie, and throw my book bag in the back, but boy was I wrong. I leaned my head back and close my eyes for a second. Then all of a sudden I hear a tap tap tap on the passenger side window. I look up and see my boyfriend, Scott Hilton. I unlock the doors with a groan.

"You ok?" He closes the door behind him and looks at me.

I shake my head, tears forming in my eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head.

"Well I have something I need to talk to you about." His eyes are filled with regret. I look him in the eye as tears stream down my face. I know what's coming.

"I can't do this anymore. I - I'm breaking up with you, Becca. I'm sorry. I just can't deal with all this emotional stress right now. I'm sorry." He starts crying

"Get out." I croak. I feel like killing myself. And that's what I want to do.

But I know it would hurt my Aunt if I did that.

"What?!" He looks really hurt now.

"You said you don't want to have me as your girlfriend anymore so we're threw. That's what you said. So get out of my car." My voice cracking A LOT as I try to keep the screams and tears from coming out.

"Becca, I'm-"

"Don't call me 'Becca' ever again. It's Rebecca." I say. My temper rising. "Just... just leave me alone." I say weakly, my depression taking hold of me.

"I'm sorry." He opens the door.

"No you're not. If you were truly sorry you wouldn't be making my heart break even more than it already is. I've lost everyone I love. Now I have no one." I put my face in my hand and cry.

"No I am sorry. I'm sorry that I'm not the right guy for you. I'm sorry about your family. I love you, Rebecca. I do. I just need time."

"Yeah! Time to just get away from me and forget that you even loved me?! Right?! You know today is our two year anniversary?!" His face drops. "Yeah it is! So happy fucking anniversary to you to, you stupid-" I hit him. "Jackass!" I hit him again. "Get the fuck out of my car!" I hit him again.

"Goodbye..." he mutters as he gets out of the car.

When the door closes I lock the car, crawl in the back seat, and let myself cry.