The Mask We Put On

1

He felt like a villain. He felt used because he was manipulative. little did they know, he was just a teen with issues. They were so sure of themselves that they made him feel like a lost cause, trying their bests to make his life living hell,but it already was. The kid felt tormented. He would go home to fear his family and their pointless lives, then go to school to get harassed by his classmates. His siblings didnt think of him as family. He was a stranger in his own house. One morning he woke up and he felt like that day would be his last. He wasn't sure how or when he would do it but he felt it,he felt that it would be his last day.

He went back home,sighs as he heas his parents arguing in the kitchen and then he went in his room. In the room he looked himself in the mirror. He sees himself and he says "Why can't I look like the other guys,they all have friends and I dont. WHY AM I REJECTED!!" He punched the mirror and it broke. His fist bloody but he felt better. his mom walked in and tried to cheer him up "hey kiddo,w-what happened, w-what did you see in the mirror" she said. The kid answered "I just saw myself. A blue eyes, black haired white guy." but in reality he knew what he saw. He saw a worthless, unwanted person. The next morning He didn't want to get out of bed because he knew that if he did he would've gotten bullied by his classmates and deceived by himself. he went on his broken,old phone and texted his bestfriend,his only friend. They started talking and a smile slowly appeared on his face but it went away quicly when his parents argued again. His rage was too big to be able to control. He got up and went to school at 11:42 am. as he walked there he had his apple earbuds in his eyes and he was listening to his special playlist he made for himself. 

He arrived at school with a burning flame in his heart,it was filled by hot,flaming rage caused by his parents constant arguing. he went in the school with a black Metallica hoodie. and he was one-strapping his backpack. When he arrived to his locker. A guy,he seemed like a jock. Went to his locker. and started harassing him, but he kept his rage inside. he grabbed his books and went in class. He sat next to his bestfriend. His hair was just a mess. His eyes were green and he was a little fat and he was bullied aswell. Toghether they were the perfect duo. He told his friend while tearing up "if I tell you I was thinking about giving up,what would you do?" the friend started thinking and he said "I dont think I would even be able to talk. You're like my brother if I lose you I think it would hurt more than my own family." they wiped their tears off their faces and started to listen to class.  

Welp this is the end of part 1 I hope yall enjoyed. 

Part 2 will be out when I finish it.