Delusions And Sweet Ones

It was never any's

They didn't have to say,
Nor did they need to stare,
I knew well what made them scared of me,
But it's not your fault!
I ignore the sound, it's not like I haven't done that before or haven't been in this situation at one point.

I keep walking to school, no reason really to attend it, maybe I am just trying to push my reasons to "move on"

Maybe I am just stalling,

I definitely don't know,

I keep walking down the hall, with everyone giving either growls or insults,

That's normal, wolves hate weakness,

Hate that someone can't move on,

Hate the person who gets "stuck",

At least that's what I think,

I never missed a glance, or a word said, blame it on the days I strained my eyes and ears to see where they were,

Now thinking about them, I wonder how are they enjoying their new place,

I bet it's nice,

All white, bed everywhere, an execution on their heads,

Maybe that's what they wanted?

Hmm, I wonder,

Making my way to the lockers, I dropped my whole bag in my empty locker, and pulled the books needed for the first period, as well as my personal notebook that I keep,

It's precious,

I walked a bit and took my time to get to my first class,

Which happens to be an English advanced one,

Even teachers here were scared of me, so Mrs.Green gave me a nervous look before rushing me to take my seat,

The one at the back,

I sat down and started to doodle,

And write,

Somewhere between that I started scribbling,

Somewhere between that I started scratching

You need to stop!

I realised, I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to doodling,

I looked at my notebook, and saw his image again,

He was silent this time,

He just kept looking at me,

And I kept looking back,

His eyes watered and mouthed the same words,

"It's all your fault"

I got used to it, so I just nodded back,

I gave up years ago, fighting and screaming and yelling it wasn't my fault,

When there is a very good chance it was,

I snapped my head to the door when I realised the class was getting quieter, only filled with whispers

Huh? Why?

They usually ignored me in class, it would have been bad for them if they started noticing me,

But when I heard their whispers, I was glad for once that the attention wasn't directed at me

"Alpha Eric is coming to our school!"