!!sumt!! Also don't mind the pic lol its the only thing i could think off
I walk up to my alarm once again, more tired than usual. I slowly get out of bed, shut my alarm off, and take off my clothes from last night. I walk over to my closet and grab my school uniform, slip it on, and walk in the kitchen. "I'll take your sister today." My mom mumbles out while drinking coffee. "Alright." I quietly reply. "Can you wake her up though?" My mom asks. "Yeah sure.. Lucy!" My mom jumps. "I meant go in her room and wake her.. jesus kid." She says, annoyed. "Well sorry." I whisper to myself. I walk towards the bowls, and grab two for me and lucy. "Morning.." Lucy mumbles out while walking into the kitchen. "Morning. How'd you sleep?" I ask. "Fine." She replies. I pour cereal and milk into both of the bowls and hand her one of them. "Thank you." She says. I smile at her. We both sit down at the counter, i keep almost falling asleep ~fuck.. stay awake..~ i quickly finish my cereal, put the bowl in the sink, slip my shoes on, and walk outside.
I grab a pair of headphones from my backpack, plug it into my phone, then put my Spotify playlist on shuffle. My phone then gets a text from Sara ~don't stop at my house ~ i text back 'alright' although that wasn't normal, she almost every day comes with me unless shes sick, which she wouldn't said 'im sick' if she was. ~huh. Weird..~
At school i walk into history class. Once again slightly late like usual. Mr Anderson looks at me and smiles, turning my stomach upside down. I slime back and sit down, this time actually listening to what hes saying.
The rest of the day was boring. The only thing weird was Sara. She was here but avoiding me for some reason. I go up to her "hey. Is something wrong?" I ask, she turns around towards me and away from a group of girls who shes never talked to. "No. Other than you actually being g-" one of the other girls cuts her off. "We found your other Instagram account babe." One of the girls says. My heart drops. "Okay.. and? Sara its really not that big of a d-" Sara cuts me off. "No... it really is. That fucking disgusting. So maybe when you said 'we're fucking' to noah, it was a little sexual fantasy of yours." She angrily yells towards me. "Wow. Lucky for you.. You're not my type bitch." I reply then quickly walk back to the history classroom. "Every one should know.. and im gonna make sure they do!" She yells back.
I walk into the class, tears in my eyes. "Woah. You alright sweetheart?" Mr Anderson asks. "Yeah.. im.. im fine." I reply while sitting down at his desk. He wipes my tears. "Why did she yell at you?" He asks. "She.. found something out." I say. "What?" He asks. "I-.. im bisexual. She didn't take that well." He smiles. "Im sorry sweetheart. Here. Lets play a game." ~A..a game?~ "what game?" I ask. He puts his pinky out. "Pinky up." I obey, putting my pinky up. "Once physical contact has been initiated, you've consented to answer all of my questions. Agreed?" I nod, then slowly intertwine my pinky with his, looking at him to make sure thats what he wants. "The naked truth, brutal honesty. Now tell me, what fills your heart with dread?" He asks. My heart starts beating faster and faster. "My.. my father." He tightens his grip on my pinky. "Why is that?" He asks. "He left me.. i loved him. More than anyone.." i reply. "Your most humiliating experience." I think for a bit, not knowing the answer. After a little longer of thinking, i remember what it is. "I was with a group of adults.. i think my dads friends. He wasn't there but they kept messing with me, until one of them decided it was a fucking good idea to rip a 12 year olds shirt off. They made fun of me, and wouldn't let me walk away. Almost like they thought a 12 year old was supposed to have porn star tits." ~ive never told anyone that..~ "the most physical pain you've ever experienced that you didn't do to yourself." He asks. "My 'friends' dared me to jump off a bridge... i had a huge crush on one of them.. so i did, just to show off to her. Well it wasn't deep and i hit my arm on a rock, broke it. They just laughed." I reply. "How old where you?" He asks. "Thirteen." I answer. "Whats the most intense moment of pleasure you've ever had?" I freeze, shocked that he asked that. "I've only been able to pleasure myself." I reply. He smiles. "Who was the last person you wanted to kill?" "I.. i never wanted to kill anyone.." i reply, my heart rate going up. "Bullshit. Your father, you want him dead for what he did to you." He says, and he wasn't wrong. "Y- yes..." i quietly reply, feeling the urge to cry again. "What are you most afraid of?" He asks. "I.. i don't know." I reply. "Yes you do." He says. "I honestly don't kno-" "yes you fucking do!"
