Freely Living Nightmare

Hell in human form

I walked into Geography. how horrible would this lesson be. But I remembered Noah. Ethan? Argh, no guy has ever liked me. Ever. because I was the suicidal girl. The girl who cut her skin instead of paper. But the voices inside your head aren't the ones that kill you, they're the people who hold the never ending knife.

"Class as you, well some of you know we have a new student. Noah Johnson..."

"If your related to Dwayne Johnston your a lil too white bro.." Clay called out as he always did.

"Well the colour must have run out by the time it hit my families line ey." Noah replied making the whole class laugh including Miss Samuels.

"Well welcome Noah. This is our class.. please find a seat." As always no one sat next to me so I was only hoping he would. Everyone watched him walk towards me. All the way until he sat next to me.

"Should we hold hands to really piss then off?" He whispered making me giggle. He grabbed my hand and everyone gasped. Garcia queen of the bitches looked at me with horror. I felt like saying to her 'Look who got the real hottie now slut!' But my emotions kept me calm. Jessica and Lexi both started talking to each other constantly looking back at me and Noah.

"Well you totally got their attention..." i smiled at him. Just as the teacher turned back around Ethan ran into the classroom. late as always.

"Ethan! Sir you are late again! afternoon detention for you! sit at the back please behind Noah and Terebithia." He walked in looking at me. He looked like he had been punched in the face. i did nothing to him. He was the one who didn't stand up for me in front of Garcia and her slapping me till i turned red scene. He used me was all I knew. I was used. Miss Samuels started talking but i drowned her out. My thoughts started to get to me. And before I knew it my head was in a black hole.

If Ethan liked me and actually meant it when he kissed me.. then why did he leave me alone. He left me after id been kicked. After I'd been punched. I was nothing to him like always. He was too good for me anyway. He was tall sporty and all the girls love him. All the typical blonde bitches. he had dated heaps of them before. Chelsea, Taylor, Louisa, Abigail. I thought wow I was actually the first one out of the mean girls to date him. But i was just another one night stand. He probably laughs about me now and tells all his friends how stupid I was how I actually texted him first. How I cut myself and it was weird. He was a jerk some suckish tennis or football player he was. He was a typical fuckboy. I hated him. HATED HIM! He freaking used me! I trusted him, i LIKED HIM! And now I'm just another memory.

I hadn't realised my anger had gotten to me so much that my pencil was now in two pieces. Blood ran from my nails from holding the pencil too tightly. I jumped back to reality. And realised id been crying too. Argh great! I looked up at Noah who was probably laughing or looking away to make it less awkward, but he put his arm around me and held me tight. He pulled my hair back and let me rest along his shoulder. He took notes and looked at me every so often to check if i was okay. I liked this. This right here didn't make me mad. Didn't make me sad or angry. Maybe were given boys like Ethan to realise we DONT need boys like Ethan in our lives. I looked at Noah watching him taking notes and answering questions. The girls looking at me and talking. But it didn't bother me this time. I just sighed and turned back to Noah. Drowning out the strangers that didnt care.