Perfect Suicide

Ch. 6 - The thought

The weekend couldn't have come any sooner. My week had been filled with ridicule from everyone at school, with Korryn avoiding me and me actively trying to avoid Myla.

I was exhausted.

It took every ounce of energy I had to duck and dodge Myla and her new crew. They had eyes everywhere, finding me even in the abandoned stairwell.

I had to get creative. As soon as class ended, I'd disappear. Either I was in the nurses' faking a stomachache or I was hiding in one of the aisles in the library, hiding.

I sighed.

Thank God for weekends, I thought to myself.

Usually, I wasn't very fond of the last two days of the week since that just meant more unwanted time with my favorite person, aka my father. But this weekend? He was gone.

Every year he would meet up with some of his old cop buddies, and they'd spend a weekend at someone's cabin, drinking and doing whatever guys that age did.

Which meant I'd have the whole house to myself. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone mocking me or abusing me.

Nowadays, there was nothing I loved more now than my own company.

It was crazy how things could change so drastically in just a few days. I went from being on the inside of Myla's inner circle to being the school outcast.

I couldn't even get Korryn to talk to me.

She wouldn't answer my texts, and Myla wouldn't either. Granted, I didn't really want Myla to respond anymore. It had only been two days since things went to shit and Myla had stopped talking to me, but it had been a terrible last two days.

Not only did she stop talking to me, but the whole school did.

Myla's newfound hate for me had spread like wildfire through the school, affecting even the teachers. When I walked through the halls, everyone avoided me like I had the plague. Without fear of being extra or overdramatic, they would just walk completely around me.

I had been shunned while the pictures Myla and her dance besties had taken of me went viral around the school.

Curling up on my bed, my face heated up in embarrassment just thinking about the pictures.

The picture. Just one.

One of the pictures I had seen had engrained itself into my brain.

It was slightly blurry, but it was of me throwing Myla's door open and rushing inside. There had been a small smile on my face because of the adrenaline and the fact that I had actually been brave enough to really complete my dare, but no one saw that. They only saw me fully naked, crazy-looking, and smiling while running inside Myla's house.

Everyone was hot with the new gossip. It was the new thing that preoccupied almost everyone's mind. They wanted to know the details, and they were sure it was dirty.

Some said I had just gotten done fucking for money because I was such a slut. Others said I was a sicko who liked to flash people. Someone even said that my obsession with Myla had gotten so bad that I had shown up on her doorstep naked like I wanted her that bad.

The gossip train just kept running, as a broken faucet keeps leaking. Just like a water droplet, rumors kept dripping one by one into the puddle that was my life.

What do I do now?

That's all I kept thinking to myself. I didn't want to go back to that school, but I was positive my father would not allow me to stay home or switch schools.