Typical, the same as yesterday and the day previous. I'm getting abused by my peers, one would think someone, anyone, would help me. I thought that as well at first. Then, as it happened more and more I realized... That no one cared. So I simply accepted my fate, I don't fight back or complain anymore. I haven't talked for a few months, my family doesn't notice. Well except Karkat, but my father hasn't noticed. Too wrapped up in his own sorrow to notice one of his sons doesn't talk anymore. The only people who noticed were my teachers; they didn't care of course, just scowled at me and moved on.
That's right, I need to get to fifth hour. It would be nice if they would beat me up a little faster. I clutched my notebook to my chest as they kick me, leaving foot prints on my red sweater. One of their feet hit my head sending a jolt of pain down my spine. My dark brown hair got in my mouth as I was jerked around by a constant firing of shoes into my sides. My dark brown, almost black eyes squeezed shut in pain as I silently hoped for it to stop soon. I didn't want to be late again, the teacher will send me down to the office this time.
Suddenly, the the kicking stopped; I heard them shout a couple profanities at me before walking off laughing. I would've a few months ago pestered them about tagging their triggers, but I've changed since then. I'm no longer that person, I haven't been for quite awhile. I don't even listen to people much, sure I barely listen to the teacher enough to know what I'm doing. Otherwise I really just tune everyone out, it's not like they ever say something I need to hear. Mostly just insults, not listening just means one less thing to cry about later.
After awhile I got up off the ground; brushing my black jeans off, removing all evidence Of me being beaten up. Ruffling my hair I picked up my backpack and began to head to class. That was until I heard the bell ring, I might as well just go home at this point. I turned to head out the front door to my car, the security guard too busy watching the fifth hour lunch period bustle about to notice me sneak past. Leaving me free to sneak out without being caught.
Sadly since tomorrow is Friday I will be questioned as to why I was not in my fifth, sixth or seventh hour classes. Although I can just skip tomorrow as well, tell them I was sick. Meaning I won't get beat up again until Monday if I don't have to leave the house for anything.
I briskly walk across the parking lot, trying not to be noticeable to anyone in the school. Reaching my car I opened the door and slid inside. Throwing my bag into the backseat along with the notebook I had been clutching earlier. Closing the door behind me and shutting my eyes, I rested my forehead on the steering wheel. I stayed like that a bit before I; with a sigh, start the cars engine and begin the brief drive home.
Eventually getting home I noticed my empty stomach begged for much needed nutrition. Though, now sleep was needed much more than food. My head in so much pain it was as if a oversized crab has its claw wrapped around my skull. I needed rest right now, more than ever it feels like. I flopped down into my bed and wrapped myself in my soft white blanket. The supplies required for school forgotten in the backseat of my car as I drifted into a state of unconsciousness.
