I Miss You Like An Addict | On Hold

Chapter 2

Dear You,

Hey, so I know I said that my previous letter would be my last one, but after a stressful day at the famous WalkerWoods high I felt like I needed this and I won't be seeing my Therapist until the end of the week which is Friday for me.

It's actually good because I'll get two days of no school and Friday I'll let all of my stress out. Anyways how about I tell you about my day. It was good I think, I guess I could say I've had better days.

I got up as usual at 6 am, brushed my teeth, took a shower, made an attempt to do my hair. I just tied it in a messy bun with a few loose strands because I absolutely couldn't bother, my hands started to hurt after a few seconds.

I chose a red shirt with long sleeves, a regular blue jeans with a jacket and a pair of random boots that were really comfy. I got some cereal and then started my journey to school on my bike.

Walking through the school doors made me feel like I was somehow slowly dieing. I knew what was coming for me and I didn't like it.  I felt the pressure of being who I am in this school right at that very moment. The bullies, the stares, the pity and those ones that laugh at my every turn of disaster.

I needed escape, I had a few minutes until the bell for the first session and I knew how I was gonna use my time. I'd say I used it wisely, of course, wisely to me.

I went on the very top of the school, the roof, the view up there was nice actually, I wish you'd get to see it with me, you'd like it.

I thought of it actually-suicide. But it would be too much of a bother, they fenced up the roof edges to avoid things like that and I really couldn't climb it at that time so I did what I do best.

I smoked a joint. I couldn't do more than one because I had to get to class and the teach didn't play much with tardiness. But the joint was good.

It almost made me forget- almost.

The first inhale made me feel like I was all that mattered, not the consequences, not how shitty my life is right now nor the people that made it shitty.

Including you.

I was calm, I was finally at peace and I loved it. But good things dont last,  right?

Soon enough I went back to class, did all the shit I was suppose to do, act like I wasn't angry at everything, at everyone. Peachy.

Of course, they just couldn't let me be. They had to do something for whatever reason I don't know. Maybe it was for them to feel better about themselves, who cares.

It wasn't serious like all the other times, they just pushed me against the lockers called me a bunch of stupid names and snickered at fact that I just stood there.

But I didn't just stood there, I punched one of the guys and the other guy came up to me, raised his fist for impact with my jaw but I didn't feel it instead I heard a teacher calling out to the guy that had his fist near my face.

We went to the teachers office he asked some questions about what was going on like he didn't see enough. I told him what was happening and surprisingly he believed me because I'm not the only one that get bullied by those freaks.

Whatever, talking about things like these makes me angry so I'm gonna go, I'm suppose to start dinner anyways, mom won't be home till late.

Nic