She's Suicidal

sixteen

Finally, today I graduate. I've done well in all subjects , straight As. Well I got a B in maths but that's not so important anyway. The library has been doing well and I've been getting extra money from online jobs I've taken on. It's not that I need money , definitely not the problem. I just needed to keep myself busy to avoid the boys. After a couple of months they just left me alone.

For my graduation, there won't really be much. My teacher will be coming to give me my forms and all of that. Then he leaves and I continue with my life. I've kept it professional between us since I began my mental break downs. He tried to be there for me and act like a father figure but I told him to stop and keep it professional or I'd find another teacher.

I've realised that I just needed to be alone. Everything I touch breaks and everyone I'm around ends up dead or broken. It gets annoying.

Since I'm done with school , forever , I've decided to start training again and planning my ultimate goal. Revenge. They will feel my wrath and eventually I will find peace in their pain.

My teacher comes by and gives me my stuff then I offer him a bonus of 10k and gift him with a sweater I made for him. I'm not completely heartless you know. He got emotional and gave me a speech about forgiving and peace and whatnot.

So right now I just tidied up my house and put my files safely away. I won't ever need them again but I still like to keep things neat. Ha! I'm lying. Today is the first time in a long time since I've cleaned up and that's merely because I know that from today onwards I wont be spending much time in this house.

I leave the house and make my way to the gym where I'm met by my personal trainer. His name is King.

"You're late." He says with a cold glare.

"I know. I'll pay you extra" its pathetic what little morals these trainers have towards their jobs.

"30 push ups" and so the training begins. It goes on like this for the next hour or 3. I lost count but by the time we are done I'm sweating like a pig.

"Tomorrow we start at 6am sharp. Be late and you'll have to find yourself another trainer. I'll be expecting my extra pay of 5k in the next 10 minutes or again , you'll have to find yourself another trainer" he says while grabbing his stuff and walking away.

Well isn't he something. 5k ? He must have turned his brain into straight muscle with all that working out and now he don't got no sense. I pay it anyway considering how good he actually is. I'll only be using him for the next 2 week and then I'll start doing hard-core training myself.

This isn't my first time at the gym. This used to be my life until - well that's a conversation for another day. Making my way to my car I bump into a brick wall that's about 3 feet taller than me. I look up and it's that guy from the forest!

"You piece of shi-"

"Ah! It's the cry baby" he smirks.

"Move out of my way weirdo " I push past him and unlock my new bmw.

"Right. I'm the weirdo." He says and walks away.

He still looks good. He looks dangerously good. He's got tattoos and piercings , it's a good look on him but he's a creep. I drive-thru McD and get a happy meal then head to the art hall.

The art hall is a place where people get to make art then criticise it. Later we just go back home with our art , sell it or give it away to art enthusiasts that come to our open days. I joined the art hall a year ago and it's been therapeutic.

"Odessy! I've got some great work for you" that's the art master speaking. He likes to give me challenges in art work because he thinks it'd be good for me. Don't ask me how.

As we make our way to his art room - which by the way everyone has their own - I can feel eyes on me. Unlike before when having eyes on me used to freak me out ,now it just makes me angry. So I look to everyone with cold glares and turn my attention back to the master after they look away.

"You ought to stop doing that" he says once we reach his door.

"Stop what ?" I fake confusion.

"That whole cold eyes thing. You need to make new friends. The art hall isn't just for art in art but art in life. "

"That makes no sense" I say and I walk past him towards what I guess is my next challenge.

"What is this ?" Its a bunch of scrunched up black and white papers of different sizes and shades.

"Its your next project and you'll be working with our new member. He is -" and in walks the creepy forest boy.

"Are you stalking me now?" I half yell at him with anger boiling inside me.

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Well I'm back y'all and I'm gonna start a new book because I genuinely don't know how to continue with this one considering I've left it for so long now that all my ideas for it are gone.

But I'm getting to the juicy bits of the book now so stay tuned because I've got new ideas that I think you might like.

Might be a terrible insert but its better than nothing.