"I'm Fine"

Pilot//1

                     30 days before the suicide.

I walked down the crouded hallway feeling eyes on me. Remarks coming from the cheerleaders, jocks, and even some nerds.

"Slut"
"Cow"
"Bitch"
"Attention whore"

I'll never be good enough for them. I thought as I open my locker. A note falls out. "Go die. See who cares." I crumpled it up, shoved it in my pocket and headed to the bathroom without my books. When I walked in, three popular girls glared at me as they walked out.

Locking myself in a stall, I took the blade from inside my phone case, pulled up my long sleeves, and took the razer accross my skin. All thoose words came flooding back to me.

This is my fault. A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away.

I stood in the small stall for what seemed like forever before walking out to run into Sidney- the popular girl that has nothing better to do then make me with I was dead.

"Why don't you go cut some more, you emo slut." She said with a smirk. You think its funny to lead someone to suicide? I think with tears in my eyes.

I tried to push past her, but she grabbed my wrist. I flinched and she smiled. She tried to pull up my sleeves but I pulled away. I pushed past her and ran back to my locker to get my books.

-Period 2, History-

A my paper read. But I knew better. Thats not the grade I would have gotten with any of my other teachers. I shoved it in my history book and attempted to scramble out of class with everyone without getting noticed.

"Miss Wescot? May I see you after class?" Shit.

I walked over to his desk and studied my torn up converse. "Yes?" I mumbled, knowing damn well what he wanted.  "Why dont you come sit on my lap, honey?" He said patting his lap.

"This cant keep happening. Sooner or later, you will get caught." I said staying put. "Oh hun, if you want to keep getting those A's your going to have to give me what I want." I sighed and went over to give him what he wanted.

I'm a goddam slut. I'm doing this for the sheer fact that if I fail history, I would get screemed at, hit, and grounded. And most likely, be a slut yet again with my dad.

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