Bad Boy

Alone

School. A place where I don't want to be seen today. I didn't bother wearing anything nice because I just didn't want to be noticed. I drove to the school and parked. I got out and walked through the parking lot getting looks all around, everyone laughing as I passed by. I ignored it and walked into the school going straight to my class. I took my seat and put my head down but was interupted when someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up to see Brandon smiling at me. "I guess were famous now" he says sitting next to me. "Why did you post that?" I say getting upset. "What? I didn't post it" he says with a confused expression. "Bullshit, your just mad because I didn't want to go all the way with you and it's just sad Brandon" I say standing up and storming out of the room. I went straight out the door and went home. I ran right up to my room and cried. I sat on my bed and just sobbed. I stopped for one moment letting bad thoughts take over. Why? I don't do anything to hurt anyone so why? I would never sit here and crap on someone and make them feel this way. I get up and walk to my bathroom, I shut the door and just stare at myself in the mirror. While looking at myself I remember everything I've ever been through. 

Flashback

It was a cold winter day at my old school. I was at my locker when my biggest crush walked up to me. "Hey Hera" he says smiling at me. "Hi" I say blushing already. "So, I heard a rumor that you like me?" he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, uh" I stutter. "Is that true?" he says stepping closer to me. "You like me?". "Yeah, I do" I say smiling up at him. He keeps his gaze for a moment before breaking out into laughter. "Hear that everyone, Hera is obsessed with me" he yelles to everyone in the halls. Everyone started laughing and taking videos, I started crying, frozen in my place. I eventually snapped out of it and ran out of the school and all the way home. The next week everyone would make fun of me and call me a stalker and a creep. People even started writing nasty things on my locker, even telling me to kill myself. I started cutting that same week, so deep it would leave scars. Then one day in the locker room I was changing back into my long sleeve when a group of girls walked up and pointed out my cuts. They ripped my hoodie off and started taking pictures and posted them. The very next day everyone was talking about it and called me emo and crazy. It got to the point where people were throwing razor blades at me in the hall and in classes. One day I just had enough. I got home from school and just broke down. I felt lost and numb. I felt like no one even cared about me. I felt like no one would even notice if I just... Dissapeared. I went into my room and grabbed a blade. I sat on my floor, no emotion. Then I slowly glided the blade across my wrist, so deep that blood was pouring onto the floor. Then I did the other wrist, more blood. I set down the razor, feeling the blood drain out of my body. I laid my head back just waiting for everything to go black, which it did. I ended up waking up in a hospital bed, wrists covered in bandages. Turns out my neighbor came to check on me because she saw me run inside crying and that's when she found me on the ground bleeding out. I stayed in that hospital being monitored everyday for 2 weeks before they let me go home. I ended up switching schools and trying to forget about that day or any of those days.

End of flashback

I look down at my wrists where all of my scars were. I wiped my eyes then reaching for the medicine cabnet. I grab a bottle of pain pills and open it. I pour them out into my hand and just stare at them, thinking. Another tear falls down my face landing in my hand, just as this happens the door barges open revealing Hallie and Rowan. They look at me wide eyed then knocking all of the pills out of my hand. I start sobbing and drop to the floor. "What is wrong with me?" I say crying so hard I felt it in my heart. They just drop to the floor embracing me in a hug.

The next day I decide to stay home, the girls offered to stay with me but I said I just needed some time. They didn't want to leave me but I insisted they couldn't skip school. They eventually listened to me and went to school.