Cuts of love

Chapter 3

I look at the pills in my hand. I slowly lift my hand to my mouth, I can't do it! I drop the pills onto the floor and press my back onto the cubicle door, I slide down the door crying. "why me, why me, why me?" I cry out. The Bell rings for lunch and the bathrooms are flooded with girls fixing their hair and doing their makeup.
"Hey did you hear about that girl That ran out of class?" I can hear.
I get up and open the door leaving the pills on the ground, I wipe my tears from my face, and step outside the cubicle, everything goes quiet as I walk across the bathroom. I walk out into the noisy hallway. My locker is only a short way from the girls toilets.

23, 47, 11, my locker springs open, and all of my books fall out
"Ugh" I groan as I lean down to pick them up. My phone is like my getaway (apart from cutting) I put in my headphones and press shuffle on my music. I feel like I'm in some depressing music video, walking down the halls of an overly populated school with people staring and pointing at me, and the occasional laugh or shout.

I find a small tree to sit under and do my math assignment (that's due tomorrow!)
"How the fuck is anyone supposed to know this?" I say under my breath.

I look around at people laughing, enjoying life. I look over behind me, there is a really perfect couple giving each other piggy backs while laughing, and every now and then, they would stop, look into each others eyes and the guy would plant a kiss on the girls head. 'Oh I wish I was in a relationship like that.' I think to myself 'but who would want a girl with scars all over her body?' I finish my assignment and lie down on my back, looking into the canopy of the tree I'm under, I focus on the beams of light coming through the leave as they dance on the wind.