Phoenix High School Pt. 2

isWell, when I walked home my head started to terribly spin around in its place. I wanted to throw up again, but nothing came out to throw up. I saw the familiar scratched out gold doorknob and it felt cold on my hands.
I turned it and a low squeak echoed throughout the inside of the house, I walked in trying to be as quiet as a mouse. That didn't work at all because my sister's blue sharp eyes made me stop in my tracks.

"Where were you last night?" She whispered, considering it was 4'o clock in the morning.
My body gave out on me and I collapsed onto the couch, the warmth of my older sister's body felt soothing and overbearing.
I gasped like I was out of air "You know where I was yesterday."
She walked over to me and twirled my hair and hugged the life out of me, this move was a ritual she always done to me when she was really worried about me. I never meant to make my sister worry at all but I just shrugged my shoulders like it wasn't anything.

"Urban, are you drunk? Did you drink last night? Ugh, you smell so bad." Her nose wrinkled in a way.
All I could do was shaking my head and laugh it off. Maybe I was a little. I had no idea what to say at that point. I closed my eyes and after a few minutes of pure silence I actually began to dream well, until the voice of the girl I saw earlier came up in my head. I had been dreaming about her in my sleep, when I saw a car coming towards her I woke up with a scream.

"What's wrong Urban, it ok, I'm right here," she swept to the rescue "my god you're sweating all over."
My chest was drenched in sweat and my legs were shaking uncontrollably, what did I just dream of?
"What? No!" the shot of the girl's body came back to my head. She was bloody and her hair was covering her face. The back of my head shivered.
"Shhh, it's okay. It's gone now. It's over, shh." My sister cooed, holding me like a baby.
After she got me to calm down and breathe she asked me to explain what happened last night. I really couldn't remember everything so I only explained the parts that weren't so bad.
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I went to school and came right back home for the next week. It came to be that every time after 5th period I would go to the bathroom and cut myself. The pain of slithering my skin and watching it bleed was terrorizing. I got caught by a boy in the next stall who saw me doing it.
He looked like the same guy who touched me at the party, but he wasn't.