Waking up is always the hardest part of the day. Dragging yourself from the dreams that kept you from this SHIT reality. Remembering last nights tears. Its the worst part of the average day.
Monday.
School. Was my first thought as I woke up. I swung myself out bed and stared at the clock trying to work out the fuzzy letters. 8:24. SHIT!! I was going to be late. I grabbed for my black skinny jeans, my You Me At Six shirt and my Sleeping With Sirens hoodie. I shoved on my black vans, grabbed my checkered vans school bag and penny board and bombed to school.
I pegged it to registration barely catching my breath before saying 'Sorry I'm late mi-' My words stopped as I realized This isn't my class. So I ran to first lesson.P.E . Short sleeves.
I began to freak shit. At first it was fine. Until fucking stuck up Gray had to notice. He purposely shouted
"What's that on your wrist!"
And obviously every one turned to look at me.
"Bet they cover your fat thighs as well!"he yelled.
That's it. I ran at him, eyes filled with tears and anger.
"YOU FUCKING DICK SUCKER IM GONNA KILL YOU!"
Before I could grab his vulnerable neck Harry pulled me back.
"That's what I thought you suicidal cow, next time you cut do it right and kill yourself."
I screamed at the worthless pig struggling to be freed from Harry's arm. Gray walked away as casual as fuck yet I was there struggling helplessly to get free. When I was finally freed I fled to the girls bathroom and stayed there till last bell.
After school, detention, I boarded home as I usually did but all I could think about was the fact every one now knows. I ran through the door and up the stairs locking myself in my room. This is were my anger kicked in.
"STUPID SON OF A BITCH!"
I yelled.
Punching a wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU"
I screamed at the mirror.
I slid down the wall in agony.
This is all I was. A worthless, stupid, son of a bitch. That was it. That was all I was.That was all everyone thought I was.
