Destiny - book 1 | Eiron (high school story)

Chapter 28 | Back to School

⚠️ Warning... this chapter contains a lot of self doubt and hatred. If you are uncomfortable with these things please don't read this chapter. If you have any of these problems please seek help, there is always someone who cares about you⚠️

(I also had to change somethings for story purposes. I'll be uploading again today don't worry :3)

It's been a few days and I'm going back to school. I yawned and got up to get ready, I brushed my teeth and washed my face before getting my school uniform on. A lot has happened in these past few days. I sighed and walked upstairs. Father Frost was making breakfast for me and Snow. "Ain?" Snow asked. I looked down to see her. "Yeah?" She looked concerned. "What's wong?" I sighed "nothing is wrong Snow. I'm just tired." I walked over to the table with her and waited for food. After we ate I went to the bus stop and headed to school.
     Once I was at school Jax and Ryder ran up to me. "Yo! Dude, welcome back!" Ryder exclaimed. I smiled lightly and let out a half-ass laugh. "Yeah..." I sighed. What's up with me today? "You good?" Jax asked. I nodded "I'm just tired..." I rubbed the back of my neck before walking away. Then Aphmau walked up to me "Ein!" I smiled happily at seeing her, weird... not even two seconds ago was I upset. "Hey Aphmau!" I said also happily. "I'm so happy you're ok! Where have you been?"
     "A lot has been going on. I don't really wanna talk about it either." Me and Aphmau walked to class together. Well I followed her to her classes and then went to mine afterwards. In my first few classes some werewolves threw things at me but that was about it. In werewolf class I was tripped and laughed at but that's ok with me. In gym I stayed with Aphmau and just followed whatever she did. My last class was similar to werewolf class as in someone tripped me. Other people threw stuff at me but again, it didn't really bother me too much. Only a few more days... I sighed and continued out on my class. The next day was similar. And the next... and the next... I thought it was soon. Why does it feel like it's taking forever? I sighed. I was in the middle of werewolf class. The teacher was talking about how werewolves way of doing things are different from the way humans do things. As I was taking notes a paper airplane flew onto my desk and in front of me. I looked over to see a group of werewolves laughing about something. I turned my attention to the airplane and opened it up knowing there's gonna be writing inside of it. And as I suspected there was. However what I didn't expect was at it said.

    Hey Ein, Honestly! Why are you still trying to fit in? Just kill yourself already. It's not like anyone is going to miss you! And don't bother taking this to Aphmau or your boyfriend Aaron. We all know Aphmau is just being nice to you because she pities you. She doesn't actually care about you! Same with Aaron, they'd be better off without you. Dead, or alive.

"Ein!" I looked up to see the teacher. "What do you got there?" He growled. "It's... a note." I responded. "Mind sharing with the class." I sighed. "If I must." I cleared my throat.

"Hey, Ein... Honestly... Why are you still trying... to fit in? Just kill yourself already. It's not like anyone is going to miss you. Don't bother taking this to Aphmau or your "boyfriend" Aaron. We all know Aphmau is just being nice to you because she pities you. She... doesn't actually care about you. Same with Aaron. They'd be better off without you... dead, or alive..." I put the note down after finishing it. "Happy now?" I picked up my pencil and continued writing from where I left off. "Alright, who gave that to him?" The teacher growled angrily. "Why does it matter?" Asked a girl. "Yeah, Ein's the Omega. Like anyone is going to feel sorry." Said a boy. "Because Ein just got back from not only being hospitalized for cutting himself, but from being abused and kidnapped." The teacher growled. Everyone seemed to grow guilty. "It's fine..." I started. "Like he said, I'm the Omega... nobody cares..." I continued writing off what was on the board. "Ein, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
     "No, no you're not. Just admit it, you only felt bad once you found out something was wrong with me." I looked up to see the entire class was staring at me. They're expressions turned from pitiful to worried. "What?" They all just stared at me. "Why is everyone just... staring at me?" This was so confusing. "Your... eyes..." one kid pointed out. "What's wrong with my eyes?" A girl walked over to me with her phone. It was on camera. I looked to see my eyes looked almost completely dead. There was no emotion left in them, nothing. Not even sorrow. "I see..." I turned my attention back to my notes and continued writing things off the board. I don't know what I was expecting to see with my eyes but I feel somewhat... disappointed... the next three days seemed to flash by. Nothing important happened... the only difference is I'm back with my father now. I walked out of school and back home. My father was waiting for me at the door, but the rage in his eyes almost disappeared when he saw mine. It's only been two days from when he was given custody over me again. The court assumed that I told Jax and Ryder he was drinking and what not when I was under the mind control lie I came up with to get him out the first time. "What happened?" He asked. "Same thing that happens everyday..." I replied emotionlessly. I walked into the house and did my chores, I fed the rats who looked at me with worry as well. I then walked upstairs and into my room. I put my bag down before flopping onto my bed. I was to tired to get out of my school uniform but I didn't really care. To be honest, I don't really care about anything anymore. I feel so... empty... so worthless. My dad walked into my room and pulled me out of bed before throwing me on the floor. I didn't move or fight back. What's the point? He won't stop... he punched me and kicked me. A few minutes later he finally stopped "fucking mistake..." was all he spat out at me before leaving my room. I stayed quiet and just let the pain run through my body. I don't feel like caring about it... a few minutes later I decide to get up and lay back down. I ignored the insane amount of bruises that shot pain all over my body. Who cares anyway?