¡Hola! I feel like it's been forever since I last updated so I whipped up this imagine for you! The first part is a flashback. Enjoy!

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Phil's POV

They shoved me forcefully into the locker and I winced with pain. Laughing, they knocked the books out of my arms. "Die, emo scum," they snarled. "Hey! Leave him alone!" a voice called. The bullies left me alone as they turned to my sister. She was probably the prettiest girl in school so they all started flirting with her.

ONE YEAR LATER

"I'm sorry," the doctor said. No, I thought. Stunned, I sat back down in my seat. My body shook as sobs ripped through me. She was dead.

I shot up like a bullet, a cold sweat pouring down my face. It's just a dream, I told myself. My sister had died about three months ago, right at the end of the school year. Sighing, I realized I had to get up for school anyway. I trudged into the bathroom, and with a pang I remembered how she would always be in there already, singing at the top of her lungs while she got ready. Snap out of it, Phil. She's gone.

At school, the bullies came back. She wasn't there to save me, so I had to endure the onslaught of pain. When they were gone, I was sprawled on the floor, tears pouring down my face. "Are you okay?" a tentative voice asked. I looked up and saw a pretty girl staring down at me. She had concern written all over her face. "Yeah," I said shakily, forcing myself to get up.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Y/N and I were together now. She made me happy, made me feel worth something. As soon as we could, we escaped to America and lived happily ever after.