My Savior

2.

I go to my next class which is ELA.

At my last school I did really good in this class and my teacher somehow got the impression that I was depressed. Maybe it was the poem on death we had to write.

Deadly Thoughts

I fall into those Dark Romantics, People are full of antics.

Full of problems, Sometimes hard to solve 'em.

We get what we deserve, Whether we go up or take a curve

For the worst. Life shouldn't be taken as a curse.

If you did well, You won't end up in Hell,

The time is unknown, How long you'll be gone.

Sometimes life is a movie. A cliche, Feels like it's always the same.

Like a broken record on repeat, Always missing a beat.

Death is unusual, Never too casual. It's like when season's change, Sometimes they act strange.

When it's supposed to be hot, It's cold. That's starting to get old.

When you die, Without new years. Years without you, It can be hard.

They have to get through, Even when bad thoughts bombard.

Like a car crashing in a wall, Death ends it all.

We're all doomed. "I grew a flower that can't be bloomed, I had a dream that can't come true."

Eventually all the days fall through. Do good, As you should,

And go away from the gates of Hell, Away from your cell.

The cell of pain, Of loss and gain.

The little impact we had, Live with our past, so sad.

I've read the cowboy prayer, And I hope I make it up there.

Author: Her pseudonym: P.T.S.D.

I'm not paying attention. I'm thinking about how I had such a lovely way of finding out my best friend is two-faced.

I'm snapped out of thought to hear the teacher fussing at someone.

It's the guy.

"Jackson! I have about had it with you being late for my class!" Mrs. O yells. He rolls his eyes and then goes to sit down.

He's getting closer and closer to where I am, then is sitting beside me. We're in the back of the classroom.

For some reason I was super nervous, I felt like panicing.

"Princess, you sure you're not just here to stalk me?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Also stop calling me princess, that's not my name."

"Whatever you say, baby"

"Don't call me that either. I not your baby." I'm getting pissed

"It's either baby or princess, you pick"

"Ugh, just call me by name." I tell him

"I don't want to, princess"

"Why? You do realize how disrespectful that is to me, right?"

"No, it's not. Your name is yours. I want something to call you that's mine," He leans closer. Close enough his lips graze my ear. "Only mine."

I got chills. I became flustered. I didn't know what to say.

Guys don't usually get to me. The only reason I slept with Alex was because I was hella cross-faded and damn! Everyone looked good that night.

"piss-off" I say with absolutely no force. He smirked. He knew he had won.

"You know you're kinda cute when you're all worked up." I sat there and crossed my arms. I felt my cheeks heat up.

I went through class and eventually it ended. I just wanted to go to the house and go to bed.

I walk out the school door and I hear people talking about me. I see Melanie, her eyes are all puffy and red from crying.

"Melanie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know ya'll were dating." I meant it too.

"Thank you" she said to me

"Your- wait. What?" Why the hell was she thanking me?

"If you hadn't slept with him then it would've just been a different slut. At least I know it was with someone that wasn't better than me." She gave me a fake smile and those tears from him cheating were gone and replaced with the ones from the nose I just broke.

"No prob. girl!" I say with a fake sweet voice and I walk away.

I walk away but get turned around by someone.

"What the?" I start and realize it's Crystal.

"Hey bestie. Look I hope you can forgive me for earlier. You totally understand, right?" She said all pitiful.

"Yeah, totally. Your popularity and reputation is more important than our friendship. So yeah, I get it."

I start to walk away. I turn around and start walking backwards.

"Bye girl, how about you don't call me, like ever, again!" I shout to her

Damn!

Tell her!

Fuck Fake Friends!

Isn't that the slut?

I walk home today since I didn't feel like dealing with people.

People suck ass. They suck it hard too.

I live pretty far away so it was starting to get dark. I live in a middle class neighborhood.

I see someone go into an alleyway and as I pass by it I try to keep my distance.

But, I get pulled into it, with a hand over my mouth and slammed against the brick wall.

I start to panic.

A/N: I am apologizing now for all present, past and future spelling mistakes.