Save Me [editing]

Chapter 2

Had it not been for my obnoxious alarm, I wouldn't have remembered it being the start of a new horrific dream. Why must it be Monday? I hear no voices, movement. It had been nothing but the silence of isolation. Time seemed like it was endless; however, the clock read otherwise. The thought of being late didn't phase me one bit. How could it?

As I changed, the only noticeable thing I witness had been the bruises along the side of my body. The mixture of mucus green and painful violet displaying my frailness figure. In addition, open wounds laid on my lower back with dry blood patching around.  One might think I'm rotting.

I held back tears and navigate downwards, immediately taking in the sight of scars that overlapped one another. My reasoning for wearing jeans all day, everyday. Why am I their object of torture?

The attempt of keeping my tears inside failed. Sometimes letting it out was all I could do, and it's okay. My tears provide the company I desire and the love that doesn't exist.  I am a value to emptiness. A mistake that was created.

Letting a single tear slip doesn't make me weak, does it? Because that's what I'm informed.

But does sobbing display a sign of strength when you've had enough?

After what seemed like hours, my crying subside and I carefully wipe my tears away. I put make up on to cover the scars and bruises. Hopefully its not to noticeable.

I walk downstairs, grabbing my bag on the way out. As I lock the door, my friends, my only friends, Skylar, Jordan, and Taylor were already waiting for me. They all smile at me and waved. I managed to fake a smile and wave back.

"Ready?" They all ask in unison.

"Yea." Not. We all start heading for school. After a few minutes of silence Skylar speaks up.

"Are we going to ignore the fact that we have a high chance of 'stumbling' upon a comedic, talented, short, and sinful looking goddess who happens to go by the name Anna Kendrick?" She questions as she over dramatize her gestures of fanning herself.

Anna Kendrick. A woman of wit and sarcasm. She's a woman of desires, right? There isn't much for me to describe about her because as a fan, I am limited to the knowledge of what she displays for cameras. Though, regardless of what I know about her, I am confident enough to claim she's someone to thank. The one being that I owe for keeping me here in this reality.

"Its to bad that we won't have a chance to meet her," Jordan says with an upset voice.

"Don't think about it too much. If you don't have high expectations, then you can't be upset if things don't go the way they were expected. I think we might," I said.

I really do hope I meet Anna. Part of me says theres no chance that I'll meet her, but the other part says that I have hope and I will.

We continue to talk about Anna until we got to school. Great. We all head our separate ways. I look down hoping that she won't see me. I make it to first period without bumping into her.

As I enter first period I immediately head straight to the back of the room. I get some glares at me as I head to the back. I just ignored it. The bell rings meaning that school has begun. Yay. Not. My teacher begans with attendance.

As she did that I pull out my phone. I go on instagram and see that Anna had posted a new picture. The caption says "Houston, Texas......excited to see my little weirdos later today." And has a picture of her with her million dollar smile.

I sorta just muted everything out and basically was on my phone the whole time. I jumped as the bell rung. I darted out the door as soon as I could.

I hadn't been looking at where I was going until I bumped into someone. I fell back dropping my backpack and books. I scrambled around to get my backpack and books.

"I'm s-sorry." I say quietly. I slowly looked up. I instantly felt weaker as I saw who it was. I quickly stood up.

"I-I r-really didn't m-mean to b-bump i-into you" I stuttered out.

In seconds I scream in pain as she pushes me up against the lockers. Tears quickly formed in my eyes. I held them back knowing that I'd get much worst if I cried. I look at her. All I see is hatred in her eyes. She lets me go and I drop to the ground. Without saying anything she leaves. I wince as I try to stand up. I put my backpack on carefully and grabbed my books.

Soon enough I find myself sitting in a bathroom stall crying. All I want to do is leave. I want to run away from everything, from everyone. No one would miss me. No one would care. Remember I'm just a mistake. And thats all I be.

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Going back through this story and revising it to be more matured. I'm also fixing grammar, plot, and adding a few new things to clear up. I will continue to update each chapter and everything in the chapters when I can. Thank you for enjoying reading my story. Love you all.