The Unhidden

How It All Started

It was just a normal day. Like usual. Wake up, look at myself in the mirror decide if I'm going to eat today, go to school, and then leave, and just cry myself to sleep. It's been like that for 3 years. It never changed and I don't think it will. Ever. I have a family. Except my family isn't a normal, typical family. My family was messed up. My brother, Alex was the one who always took care of me. Mom and dad were never around mom was always working and dad was always drunk and if he wasn't he was anywhere but home. Yup that's how I remember it. That's the usual and typical day for me. Parents didn't care. Alex tried his best to keep up. And the rest of the family wouldn't have cared if anything happened to me. And most of this started all in one day. Just a day at school. I walked in to school and went to my locker and went to go out my stuff away. Of course you know my book has to be hit out of my hand by a guy in the hall way but the good thing was My best friend, Clay was always around me and he picked up the book walked over to me and hugged me and put the book in my locker. He knew about most of the stuff I have been through but there was still stuff I never really told him and didn't plan on telling him but for good reasons. He never left my side. He was my protecter. Didn't let anyone hurt me. Everyday after school we would go into the woods together and get lost. We didn't care where we were as long as we were together. We never were apart. You couldn't get us to be apart. Unless you wanted someone to get a black eye. First period went kinda quick. We had a substitute and didn't know what he was doing. Usual substitutes. The rest of the classes were boring like usual. Fell asleep in science, pop quiz in math, notes in history. The only part I enjoy of the day besides after school with Clay is xblock a time where me and my pack (Fitch, Chloe, and Clay) hung out. We never had anything to do so we would meet in the art room. The pack and I were all close. We kept to ourselves and didn't mess with anyone. Half of the time we were the ones who got messed with. Clay and I were the ones who got it the most. I have suffered from depression for 3 years and an eating disorder for a year. Except my pack didn't know a lot about it. I didn't talk about it much. I was afraid they wouldn't understand which kinda makes no sense because they understand everything about me. Sometimes I feel like I should tell them more. But I don't want to hurt them. I don't know what it would do to them. What if they end up like me? What if they don't understand? What if they think I'm a freak? I just don't know and that's why I keep to myself. It was all just a normal day nothing was out of the ordinary...until the last bell. And everything started to change.