Fading

Glimpse

I watch the clock waiting for class to end.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound is mesmerizing.
I bite my nails to make sure I stay awake.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I look down at my nails. I catch a glimpse of my scars under my sweat jacket. I look around. No one is looking over so I pull down my sleeve to see them in the light.
As they fade I feel I fade with them.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I see a boy staring at my arm from the corner of my eye. I quickly pull up my sleeve and avoid the boy. My heart beats faster, in sync with the clock.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I push my black hair out from my ear to hide my face from him. I try to convince myself not to worry and to continue with my dull life but I remain afraid.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I turn to the boy who's still looking at me. His green eyes piercing my soul. The sun reflects off his eyes as they turn brown. His brown hair gelled so the front points up. I continue to make eye contact with him even though I want to look away.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
I push my blonde streak away from my face. I look back at the clock. I catch him smirking from the corner of my eye.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Brrrrrrrrrrrringggggggggg!
I swiftly grab my things and exit the class.
"Hey wait!" A masculine voice says. I turn and see the boy from class.
"Me?" I question.
"Yeah, you. What's your name?"
"Why do you care?"
"You're so quiet and mysterious I wanna be one of the few people to know."
"No I think you just wanna tell the principle so I have to go back to therapy. "
"I promise I won't."
"How can I trust you?"
"You have serious trust issues if you don't even trust me with your name."
"I do. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go to class."
"If you don't tell me your name, I'll go to the principal. You tell me your name, I won't. Simple as that."
"How will you tell him if you don't know my name?"
"It's pretty easy to pick out the emo girl."
"Skyler."
"Nice to know. I'm Jason."
"Okay."
"See ya later."
"Okay."
"Really?"
"Really."
Brrrrrrrrrrrringggggggggg!
Shit I'm late for class. I sprint down the halls to science. Was he flirting with me? That's a laugh. Death is calling my name, I'll probably have killed myself before next year. That'll be a good day. Sweet, sweet relief.