Devils Mark

As I quietly tiptoe down the hallway of what is my first day of High School it has been a pain to go to school when I was seen as an outsider. The walls close in on me my heart raced with anxiety it became hard to breathe so I would inhale in and out that is the way my therapists told me the day became slower and slower as the students that I would take classes with would eat away at my pride every chance that they can get. Teachers were no help because they don't believe in free services without charge, which was a bummer, I would result in the life of the blade that would cut the sorrows of my pain away with each cut and bruise I would make on myself. Most of the times it would be easy to hide these self-inflicted wounds but the more I'm isolated and seen as the creation of freaks I would blame my parents for being nothing more than devil worshipers that was exposed by my noisy neighbors the steven if my parents would wake up in a ball of fire would that stoop me down to their evil ways? Or would they like the suffering and enjoy the tortures and cruel way out? Pain killers have been my go-to each day of the life I live the daily sacrifice of all the unnecessary animals I have seen that were put to their untimely dimes at the hands of the ungodly parents I share a last name with is just annoying to bare. But the hell I have to attend to while in Jackson View High School.

The high-pumped horny teens just like to see the pain of others as a coping method to gain clout on the gram. Why me? Is it cause I look to have a wired definition to my body that I am short, long noised, and one of my arms is longer than the others is this the punishment God best-oiled upon me for having these dumb ass parents that are kids compared to me. The second period is the least of my favorite I have to sit next to my crush, but she does not even know I existed I am like a shadow that lingers around her when we have to do group projects in History class. She just looks so cute today in her skinny jeans, strawberry lipstick, and her hair always in a bun but never on the left side to keep it out of her face of course. But her boyfriend Jimmy is always late to class he even set the teacher's chair on fire last summer why did they allow him back to school his parents need to send him to board school or military school TBH.

"Hey, what you are looking at freak," he said.

"Huh, what, who me," he asked.

"My, dad said your mom eats little boys after she has sex with them," he said.

The class started to laugh each laughter broke me internally, but I could never stand up for myself that is not an option with me being enemy number one in my town. The teacher just was spouting straight shit out his mouth waiting for 3:30 so he can watch porn in the backfield. As my mind went wild about who in the class I will kill or keep as a servant in my basement for all the shit they put me through. When my bookbag made noise with the sound of my ringtone blasting my favorite song Linkin Park the end the class struck quiet "oh shit" the voice in my head. The teacher stops from his boring lecture and turn to me and spoke

"You really upgrading, from devil worshiper to class clown," he said.

"What no that was not my attention to doing that," he yelled.

"You just earned yourself two weeks of detention starting today," he said.

I sucked my head into the table holding back the tears that were about to consume me.

"Why my therapists lied to me about controlling my emotions around others," he whispered.

"1...2....3....4...6, Fuck this shit!" he said.

The anger took over me and made me cold and lost all train of thought. I quickly stood up walked to the front of the class and smacked the teacher so hard that his glasses flew across the room and turned to my classmates and struck a middle finger that shook these idiots to their core. And stormed out of the room. The tears struck like a Tasmai that is unable to control. I rushed into the bathroom kicked open the stall door slammed it shut and screamed