The Drug And The Demon

Hidden Guns

Guns, bullets, knives, blades, razors, skin, cuts, blood, scars... My mind was like a suicidal tornado at the moment. I looked up from my artwork to the teacher that I could not here threw my headphones. I flipped up my middle finger to her back as her face was to the board and saw my fella class mates starting at me, mouths agape. I shrugged them off, a blank expression plastered into my face as I went back to my drawing. Some kid ripped out my headphones and my head shot up, ready to tear off the face of the foolish human who thought it was 'okay' to tear my headphones out of my skull. I saw the mortal walk out of the class. I popped my baby's back into my ear holes and gathered my items and got the fuck out of the dames classroom. The child who pulled my headphones was next to my locker talking to his buddy as he smirked evilly at me. I was just about ready to punch the light out of that toothy grin he had. I snickered at the thought. I strode to my next class, hoodie covering ma face and music to drown out the noise of the hallway traffic. I got shoved a few times by some ass holes. The last day of school was boring, at least it was half a day. I just sat in the back of the room on the table and ignored everyone, it was the last day of school what were they going to do to me. I zoned out for so long just wanting this all to end. I felt twitchy, I felt like there were frogs in my stomach. I couldn't take this anymore, I walked out of the room and didn't look back, I went strate to my bus. I got on and went home. I ran up to my room, ignoring my tool bag brother, and sat on my bed, locking the door.
"Well, time for my 2 months of loneliness to begin." I said to no one as I payed in my bed and sleept a dreamless sleep.