Pain.

Chapter Two

As I'm walking home, I'm thinking 'Hey since my dad won't see me smoke, might as well do it while I'm walking home.' So i did, i pulled out a cigarette out of my bag, then pulled out my lighter. No, its not the first time i have smoked, my dad smokes, ALOT, so he has way to many packs laying around the house filled with cigarettes. As I'm walking home, a boy skates by, its James. James has dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, one of the popular kids in school, and a football player.

He turns his head to see who he passed by, he sees me and waves at me, i blush and wave back, then he just keeps skating. You can tell i have a crush on him, good thing is, he's single, but guess who's always flirting, Bella, she really wants to be his date to the homecoming this year. But guess what, so does everyone else! it bothers me a lot, when he walks by Mine and Bella's locker, she always flirts and touches him, and i don't think he likes her.

As I'm walking home, I'm listening to Bea Millers hit song 'Fire n Gold' its my favorite song by her. As I'm singing softly to the song, Bella and her minions drive by and throw a water bottle thats open. 'AHHHHH!' I scream and looked to see who threw it, i look up to see Bella and her minions laughing at me. I pull out my headphones, because now, they are ruined, as I'm taking them out, i hear "You suck at singing Kate!" Bella says. "You sound like a dyeing dog!" Tiff says while Amanda says nothing and just stares at me, and it doesn't look like Bella's or Tiff's face when ever i see them, she almost looks like she feels bad for me.

I just run, run as fast as i could, i didn't care if i dropped my cigarette, just ran as they were laughing at me. I was running and crying at the same time, i just hate them so much! Ever since i started going to this school, i was their target. i had this lab partner for a project in science class, her name was Alex, we would always talk about them, she said they never acted like this before i came here. I would ask her why, she doesn't know, nobody knows why they hate on me more then anything.

So, i run inside my house and run straight upstairs. I run into my bathroom and just look at myself in the mirror. Today i decided to wear a little bit of make-up, like mascara, and eyeliner, but guess what, its all smudged an shit. But then i feel something heavy on my back, i look back and forgot that i had my book bag still on my back, so i throw it at the wall, didn't care if anything got broken. I was in so much pain, i have never been in this much pain since my mom died.

That night, i was really drunk, i didn't care how sick i got, i was in to much pain for this shit that i didn't careless that i ended up passing out or dyeing. Right now, i didn't have a care in the world, but suddenly, i get a txt FROM: NO CALLER ID "Why are you crying hun?" the only person that would say that was my mom. I start to freak out and shake like hell because I'm so scared its not funny, but then theres a knock on my front door *KNOCK* *KNOCK* now, I'm even more freaked out then anything.

I get a bat from the down stairs closet and walk slowly towards the door, *KNOCK* *KNOCK* there it goes again. I don't know who this is, but i still walk towards the door, so i open the door slowly, and I'm really shocked at who it is. "James?" i say "Hey, i saw what happened earlier down the road, and if you didn't know, i live next door and all i hear is crying and bottles braki- OH MY GOD! Why are you drinking?!?" James says i just stand their, my eyes start to fill up with tears. He notices and hugs me, i start bursting into tears, while i do that, he tells my "Its going to be OK" he says it over and over again.

We were sitting on my couch in the living room, i see him look at my arm, "Why are your arms really blood- YOU CUT YOURSELF!" James says, right there, i cry more, he runs in front of me and carries me to the nearest bathroom to get me cleaned up. He starts filling up the bath tub with water, "Let me see." He says, "No." I simply say, "Please, its ok, you can trust me hun." So he was the one who texted me, weird thing is, i never gave him my number. "Ok." i say, i lift up both my sleeves, his eyes start to fill up with tears, "Why?" he says, "Nobody likes me here and i feel so alone." i start crying again.

He then helps me take off my sweat-shirt, "Im taking my cloths off in front of you." i say, "I have an older sister, and a little sister, my old sister goes through the same problem your going through, i have done this a million times, but it just hurts to see you do it." he says, i wonder if i know his older sister, "Are you sure, you won't make fun of me, Right?" i say, "to someone who's going through this with allonym older sister, i would never, i know, I'm a football player that has feelings, but I'm being serious, i would never." he says, "Ok." i say.

So he helped me get out of my cloths and into the bathtub, he helps me wash my hair and everything else because I'm to weak now to do anything, if i barely moved, i feel so much pain in my body. Now I'm getting out of the tub, ever now and then i would wince at the pain, he notices, "Everything is going to be ok, ok hun" he says, so I'm in a towel and he is carrying to my room, he would ask me which way to go and stuff like that. "You know what." he says, "What?" i say, barely in a whisper, "What time is your dad getting home?" Then my phone buzzes "Hey honey! i forgot to text you earlier, but I'm on my way to a business meeting outside of Monroe. I will be back Monday night. Ok? BYE! love you" FROM: DAD "Well he's not coming home till Monday." i say "Ok, cool, i was wondering because, i wanted to stay here and help you an take care of you." he says