Depression.

School...

I walked into my new school bright colours everywhere and then I was there in my black skinny jeans and my My Chemical Romance hoodie.
I looked at my page of information, my locker was number 256 I looked around until I saw it. I walked over and looked for my combination; it was 34-12-24. I opened my locker and put everything in it but my English binder then shut the door. Behind the door was a boy a bit taller than me.
"Hello," he said with a smile on his face,"what's your name."
"Emily," I replied walking away.
He started walking with me, he pulled my face towards him.
"I don't think you would remember me but I'm Kyle we used to be best friends about 6 summers ago and then you stopped coming."
"Yeah well my dad is a complete asshole so I guess that's a pretty good reason not to come back," I said turning near my next class,"sorry this is my class I gotta go."
"Okay I'll find you at lucnch," he said as he walked away to his next class.
I walked in the room and saw no familiar faces, I decided to sit at the back and try not to bring any attention to myself. Everyone was chatting and having a good time while I listened to music but it wasn't that bad I didn't really want to be social. But that changed when a girl tapped my shoulder, I looked behind me and a tall blonde was talking to me so I took my earbuds out.
"Sorry what did you say I couldn't hear?"
"I asked if you were new."
"Yes I am I just moved from P.E.I.," I said pausing my music.
"Oh I see well if you need any help getting around I can help," she said smiling like an idiot. I knew that she didn't want to help but I smiled and nodded to be nice as well.
The day went pretty well until the end I walked outside and heard screaming...