Screaming With Madness

Screaming With Madness - Chapter 1

this chapter contains mentions of high stress and panic if these bother you I advise you not to read

Normal things are said to happen to normal people. I am normal and yet I find myself trapped inside this prison I call my life. Well, at least I have Molly.

Molly has been by my side since kindergarten. We did practically everything together. We used to comfort each other and were always there for one another. Molly is pretty. Way more than I could ever be. She has beautiful brown, curly hair that bounces when she walks. Her eyes look like amethysts and she always has a smile on her face. God I wish I was her. What I would give to be like that.

She doesn't talk to me that often anymore. She's to busy being surrounded by her new friends to even acknowledge me. It's been like that ever since middle school. I'm fine with it though. Molly has always been a good friend and I'm sure she'll talk to me again soon.

I was listening to music on my phone when I accidentally bumped into someone. I had noticed he dropped his books and picked them up for him. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" I looked at the boy wondering if he was alright. "Watch where you're walking freak!!!!!!" He snapped at me. 'A freak' I've heard those words about a million times but it still hurts none the less. I felt angry tears form in my eyes. I threw the books in his face and ran into the restroom. I didn't care about missing class, I just wanted out of there.

I sat under a small table in the restroom. My thoughts were screaming at me. Usually Molly would be here with me, calming me down and telling me it was alright but, she wasn't here. "Where is she? What is she doing? Where? Where? Where?" My thoughts echoed in my head causing me to almost scream. I held it in though. The more I thought the more the tears fell.

The bell rung indicating that I was late to class. I didn't move though. I didn't care anymore. I have always had trouble with my emotions. Everyone thought I was wimpy but the truth is that my thoughts are always against me. One hateful word and I'd go spiraling. I hate it.

I finally sat up from underneath the table. I looked in the large mirror that was hanging on the wall. My face looked like a wreck. The little make-up I had tried to put on had smeared all over my face. My brown eyes now red and puffy. It didn't take long for my vision to become blurry from more tears filling my eyes.

I couldn't even look at myself. I rushed and fixed my make-up. I then grabbed my stuff and headed out the restroom door. I headed to my classroom. I was greeted by not my teacher but the principal. She looked upset. I thought I was in trouble for being late but then she yelled at me for "assault" upon another student. I was confused for a moment until I saw no other than the pr*ck that caused be to break down leaning against the back wall with a smug look. Oh how I wanted to punch that look right off his fas-"Are you listening?!" My eyes suddenly darted back to the principal. "I u-um..yes mam." I was to scared to talk back. I had always hated it when people yelled. It always made me want to become mute. It sounds wrong but it is the truth.

She yelled at me for another good three minutes before she dragged me to the detention classroom. I had never really gotten in big trouble for anything so she let me off with a semester of detention and a call home. I didn't really care what my punishment was. That bi*ch deserved every bit of "assault" I gave him.

Authors note: thank you for reading the first chapter of Screaming With Madness. This took me a little bit to come up with. I apologize for the chapter not being that realistic. I will try my best to make the rest of the story more realistic. Again thank you for reading. See you in the next chapter. - Jelly :)