Sick to death

Chapter 1

Monday 25th February
It didn't startle me that they were yelling those name at me down the hallways it startled me because she was the reason they did it. My very own bestfriend who I knew since Nursery had just told everyone in the school my deepest darkest secrets. If I'm completely honest all of them were lies because if I had told her my actual secrets I'm pretty sure she'd A) still be my friend and B) She would be visiting me in a psych ward because I actually went through with what they said, but sadly it didn't work and I'm in even more pain than before. BUT! Here I stand getting called all the names under the sun for example there is: "faggot!", "fatso!" "OMG! Please do us a favour and like die because you're making my eyes bleed!" To this last one I reply, "KEEP TALKING AND IT WONT BE JUST YOUR EYES THAT WILL BE BLEEDING!" Well done me. Everyone's heads snapped towards me, the psycho fat girl who gets bullied all the time just because she had a snake for a friend who she thought she could trust because that's what you're meant to do as best friends right? You're meant to trust each other enough to carry each other's deepest darkest secret till the end of time. Clearly I was wrong. As of Yesterday I have zero friends, about 8 enemies and a whole new reason as to why I need to leave this god forsaken place that is my life as soon as possible. If I'm being honest I really don't know why or how I'm still here walking down this hallway with my headphones in and hood up trying to hide away from the monsters that stalk these halls. Unfortunately for me like every single predator ever they soon hunt down their prey and begin to hunt by going directly for the preys weaknesses. Unlucky for them as I already tell myself all the things they tell me because that's how my mind works, it learns new words and uses them to put me back in my place

It's now 3rd period and I'm sat at the back of art class sketching a drawing of a razor blade that men use for shaving thinking about where I'd draw on my body with its delicate yet dangerous touch. Once I'm happy with the product I've produced I roll up my sleeves and put various colours of paint on a tray and take it back to my seat ready to get started. Just as I neared my seat, just as I thought I was safe I heard Tommy Banker exclaim, "Oh look it's not a faggot anymore it's gorilla arms! Seriously guys take a look at those forests for arms!" I'm going to kill that preppy idiot, "You know just because you have dick doesn't mean you have to act like." It was like a full blown war zone now that I'd responded. "Shut up you skank you're going to end up just like your parents. Low life junkies who beg for change on the streets!" I'd had enough I don't care what the consequence were. I grabbed a paint brush and snapped it in two then walked swiftly and calmly to toward him. Once I'd arrived at his feet I smiled and bring my arm up, the splintered paint brush in my hand, then brought it back down again piercing right through his hand and into the table. Blood splattered up the side of my face as I continued stabbing and stabbing his screaming and crying making it more and more appealing to do. Someone's hands wrapped around my waist pinning my arms to my sides, I wriggled and fought to get out of their grip, "LET ME GO!!! HE HAD THIS COMING AND YOU ALL KNOW IT!!!" If I'm honest I didn't quite hear how crazed and psychotic I sounded but hey that just added to my aesthetic, fat girl psycho episode is very in at the minute I hear. Everyone ran to his aid one of the first there being Zoe who grabbed her face in her hands and held his face against her breasts stroking his hair as a comfort. Personally I think any physical contact with someone who has their tongue down someone's throat every 39 minutes is full of germs and bacteria. If anyone ever like that touched me in such a way I'd be in a surgical mask, gloves and a full on hazmat suit with antibacterial gel and wipes. Then I'd put them in a room for decontamination and then it'd be like a rehab for people who have a new significant other every Tuesday. Like Tommy, last Tuesday he was with Jessica and then this Tuesday he is with Darla these poor poor girls. How haven't they caught on yet?!? Like honestly you think he's into you... NO! You're just his new personal toy until he gets bored and replaces you with another one. It's like a cycle!

Here I sat in the principals office with handcuffs on a policeman on either side of me and my head of house from the adoption agency sat just infront of the principal near close to passing out, being sick, crying or slapping me to within and inch of my life. I'd much prefer if she passed out because then I'd be given a chance to run and keep on running but sadly she doesn't she just sits there with that gobsmacked face nodding and shaking her head in agreement with Miss Frankelin. "The family and school are not going to press charges. But Gray will be attending counciling 2 days a week here at school. Oh and she'll be attending community service with the other people who are in her group therapy session." Ms Donfield replied with, "I completely agree ma'am. Now is she free to go?" I crossed my fingers, "Oh yes by all means." They uncuffed me and I walked to Ms Donfield's side bowing my head . "Gray I want to see you in my office tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM on the dot, got it?" The only thing I could think to say was, "Yes Ma'am!" Then Ms Donfield ushered me out and into the hall as an attempt to stop me from causing further damage. "We will talk when we get back to the dorms..." This doesn't look good for me.