Waiting

11

Pain. Powerless against the irritating numbness. A symptom of physical hurt and emotional distress. The numbness was from the hurt that I've just been through. A stupid therapist invading my schedule only to lower my mood meter. A so called friend hiding more than a locked treasure box. An ex that makes my skin crawl and my hormones rage at the same time. The frustration was real man.

I was currently walking over to class, staring at my blade the whole time. I didn't care if people saw me; it was better than faking. Faking to belong, vs the reality most of us face. Faking to be like the outside world.

I stepped into the shallow, empty room weeping to be seen. This place is also known as the classroom for us socially and mentally retarted assholes stuck in a hospital. Or just the classroom for short.

As I entered the hell infested cell, I could feel the 30 pairs of demon eyes staring in my direction. I wasn't intimidated or anything; I just stuck my middle finger and mouthed 'fuck you all' as I sat in my seat.

Fred gave me a warm smile, and I kindly returned it. He got up from his seat behind me and sat right next to me, ignoring the heating glare from Mrs. Wesley. She continued on writing on the chalkboard. That chalk was squealing louder than a bunch of 9 year olds at a Justin Beirber concert.

"Damn Tori, you might actually have bigger balls than me" he smirked.

"Maybe" I shrugged, pulling out my IPhone.

"Do you think you can drop by my room after this walrus is done squishing letters and numbers on a board?"

"Sure". I mean I was single anyway, and I had no plans other than cutting. My schedule was simple: sleep, eat. Netflix, cut, repeat. But not for one second did I doubt that my life was boring. It was just appealing to the ones who played an active part in it. And the ones that proved that my life was even worthwhile.

I stared at all the other miserable faces in front of me, trying hard to pay attention. And by that, I meant try really hard not to get caught talking or passing notes. Typical class for society rejects. Me being one of them.

From behind me I heard a pencil drop on the floor. When I turned to pick it up, I could see Adam staring straight at me. His face was calm yet serious. He saw my puzzling reaction and smirked in satisfaction.

"I fucking hate you" I muttered.

"Thanks darling. Did Rose say that to you too after what we did? Hmm, I don't remember. Yet you're still obsessed with me"

Liar.

Either he was trying to test me, or he was really telling the truth. But Rose in on a hospital bed, meaning that they could've screwed and things got out of hand. To be honest, I don't even know how she ended up there in the first place.

Don't let him get to you Tori. He's trying to mess you up. Don't show weakness...

"Right, I'm obsessed with the guy who almost killed my brother. When that attempt failed to get my attention, you then went on to Rose. You do so much to get my attention. So tell me Adam, who's obsessed with who?"

The restless noise in the class got quiet. Seemed like some of these miserable rejects were eavesdropping on my 'super interesting life'. It was Fred who actually started the whole 'ooooohhhh she violated' act. I smiled at him and nodded in approval.

"Great. Nice to see everyone paying attention to the lonely anti social freak for the first time. Hello" said Adam, waving to the whole class. Even Mrs.Wesley was a bit taken back by the nice and calm approach of Adam.