Hurting ( on Hold )

One

I slam my locker and push open the door, voices echoing in the hallway all around me.

"See ya, Wren" A voice calls from behind me.

I walk on ignoring whoever called out to me, adding guilt to my already numb heart.

Ripping out my phone and earbuds from my pocket I put them in my ears as fast as I can to block out the world.

Walking home I don't pay attention to anything. I keep my eyes down and continue walking.

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I curl up into a ball on the floor, my back pressed up against the wall, my knees to my chest, my head on my knees, and my arms around my legs. I look like a ball of rubber bands, just waiting for one to snap.

Long brown strands of hair hang in my face. With one breath I blow them away. Only for them to fall right back, except this time they stick to my moist cheeks.

"I'm not supposed to here!" I scream.

"I'm guilty! I should have died!" I continue screaming.

I scream at the wall cursing life for my existence. That's when my rubber band breaks. That is when I cry for the first time.

I sit and cry and for the first time I mourn. I mourn and it's an ugly sight.

No day will ever be the same after these days.

I wipe my eyes and stand up. The door opens and I put on smile, grab my bookbag and go upstairs.

"Ma, I'm going upstairs to do homework!" I yell down the stairs my eyes still red and puffy from tears.

I go to my room snuggle on my bed, put my earbuds in click play and drift off to sleep.