Bloody glare

The beginning

I dont think it would have hit me so hard, if i knew it beforehand. If this sick experiment was planned from my birth, maybe i would have found some peace in it, some justice for myself? Maybe the blood dripping down my cheeks would feel deserved..?

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It all started on a normal school day. I was sitting on a bench, doing my shit. Lonely ofcourse, i had no friends. Well, except for Joanna, but she was a grade above me. We didint have any breaks at the same time. So i was usually stuck here, alone, feeling sorry for myself.
I bit into a snickers bar and stared into my phone, absorbing what it was showing me, like it was important, like it mattered at all??
Suddenly i felt something hard hit my head. It stings!
I looked up to se the skinny, brown haired Danielle. A bitch if you ask me. Shes been nothing but a bully ever since we started here. But the worst thing is that everyone acts like its fine, because shes pretty?
I glared at her for a second, suddenly remembering it will only make things worse. I looked down. Why did i look down?
Danielle walked over to me, something mischievous in her face. Shes horribly immature, honestly. Were what? 14, and shes acting like i just stole her pink tutu in the playground.
"Oh did i hit you Catlineee?~" she moaned.  I ignored her, witch i should have done from the beginning.
"Oh! Dont talk to her Danielle, shes just gonna get an even FATTER crush on you!" One of her friends said. The blonde. Shes like 2 inches tall and uses that to her advantage, because shes so tiny and petite, the boys do anything.
Ignore them Catline.
"Hey Catlinee~, wanna go make out?" Danielle moaned at me again and pecked her lips.
Look, I want to be a badass about this okay? Go give her a big fat juicy kiss on the lips, leave her stunned and grossed out, but im not like that, instead an unwanted, stupid, annoying tear rolls down my cheek. I wiped it fast.

I went to grab my stuff in my locker, i knew today wasn't a school day.
I left the building using one of the back doors, i dont wanna give them the privilege of seeing me again. The door leads right into a dark alley, its not that creepy in the day, but it stinks of drugs and cigarrs. Its still a bit dark though, its cold and the winter sun isnt even up yet.
I message mom that im going home using the few precentages that it has left.
Suddenly i see a white van approach me. Its easy to make up stories about it, you can easily judge that book by its cover.
But i dont belive in that, instead i cross the road, beacuse it has seen me and-

Black. Its black.