I weighted for you

Change

Waking up this morning, it felt different. I wanted to be at school, to see her, someone who I could relate to. I got out of bed with a little more pep, and decided to pick the coolest outfit I had. As I walk into the double doors of the building, earlier than I usually would be,  my steps make more noise than they ever had. Every single person I'd walk by would stare at me, occasionally whisper to the person next to them. The laughter and looks were never usually this bad. I see her at her locker surrounded by her herd of sheep. I now realize she told everyone what had happened the day before, untruthfully at that (if no one was laughing at her herself). I walk angrily towards her, every step I take another gallon of regret. How could I have been so stupid. I didn't see she's just like the other sheep. I pause in front of her, decoding her expression. "Why did you say that. I think enough people already demean me." I finally say. She responds with a head turn to her closest sheep, followed by snickers from the entire group. I say nothing and start to walk away, knowing that if I don't speak my heart now then I probably never will. I turn back around in a quick pace and let my mouth do the talking. "You're the only reason I came to school today, you know. I would have thought since you were in there crying too, you could've been a little more welcoming." I pause as the sheep make small gasps and whispers. "I don't want to be so lonely. I want someone to get me. And I don't know, I thought you could've understood me. I can see now that you are like everyone else. And good luck keeping your 'friends' after they know that you cried with the fat kid alone in the janitors closet." I could see the anger emerge from her soul. The group of sheep walked away quickly paced. She didn't even bother trying to stop them. The way she looked at me just made me want her more. Now that we were both social rejects, maybe she would talk to me. "Why would you do that.." she says with, what I could now see were tears in her eyes. I respond with,"I needed to free you of the false life you were living in." I go in for a hug as to comfort her. That's what I would have wanted if the roles were switched."What the actual hell is wrong with you?" Her tone of voice made me get back to reality. "You're a deranged freak!" Those words were still ringing in my ear as she stormed off. Deranged freak? But I was helping her! She meant nothing to those people, but she meant so much to me. My stomach suddenly got full with nerves. I could tell something was wrong. I stumble across the lockers, begging for someone, anyone, to help me. Everyone was in class. My throat began to close , and I couldn't talk. My vision was getting blurred. "You're a deranged freak. You're a deranged freak. You're a deranged freak.." The statement reverberating in my pounding head until everything went dark.