Semicolon: I'm Okay

I.

I'm invisible. I'm amazed that you can even see this text. Almost very other aspect of my life is oblivious. Oh yea, my name is Mark, Mark Sardel. But is that even important? I bet you will forget, just like the others. But who cares about them know? I am on my own now. Walking down a beach, sand glazed with the orange, purple, and yellow lights of the sunset. My wrists are scarred and legs weak. How did I get here you may ask? Let me tell you. Hopefully you will listen.

2 Months Earlier
It's 6:00 AM. It's time to start my day of torture. The room feels stiff, it's cold and the atmosphere is cloudy. Why did my mom move in this old house?? Like really!? Do your eyeballs function properly? It looks like a freaking haunted house. My room looks like a scene from "The Grudge." Anyway. Yea... It's now 6:10 AM and time gives zero craps about me. As I begin to get out of bed, I'm suddenly disturbed by my older brother, Aiden, yelling from the other side of my door.

"Dude, come on! You cannot be late for your first day of school. Senior year dude! You can't fuck up!!"

This guy really won't give me a break.

I yelled back, still groggy from sleep, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

I rushed to my closet and threw on my best outfit. Nothing serious, a white button down with some dark skinnies. I looked in the mirror and gave myself a quick look. Careful not to look to long before I start pointing out all of my flaws. In my eyes, I was a pretty good looking guy. My skin was caramel, eyes light brown, and my hair was super curly.

I hope this is enough to please her. Who is her? Only the most prettiest girl in school. Well, to me. Crazy thing is that I didn't even know her name. Typical. I grabbed my Ray Bandz off the dressor and put on the bow tie. I gotta look fancy for my girl. As I proceeded down stairs, I was stopped half way by my mom, who seemed to be waiting for me.

"Did you clean that room?"

"Mom, I'll clean it as soon as I get back from school. Aiden is waiting for me in the car," I replied.

"Well hurry your ass back. That room is always filthy. And what's with all those toilet paper rolls? Have you been playing with your willy in my got damn house!?" she snapped.

"Oh my god mom, no! I gotta go, I'll see you later. Love you," I said walking pass her.

"Mmhm."

I couldn't tell her about the tissue, I mean hey. What else would I use to catch the blood? I gently closed the front door. Careful not to knock it off of its henges. I walked down the cracked sidewalk to my brother's car, a blue 2014 Chevy Impala. Yeah, 23rd birthday present.

"What takes you so long?" he asked.

"Mom held me up with a short interrogation," I said putting on my seatbelt.

"Was it about the tissue," he asked, "dude, you should just choke the chicken in the shower. It's a quick cl-"

"I do not do that! Please drive! The car is not moving. Why is the car not moving?"

He finally started the car.

As we made our way into the carpool lane of Dandit High School, I took a deep breath.

Why am I doing this again?

I jumped out of the car and quickly made my way into the cafeteria. My eyes were focused on finding my best friends as fast as possible in oder to avoid an awkward sitting by myself. Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?

I spotted one! Exondia. My only girlfriend. A GIRL THAT'S A FRIEND! Please don't get it twisted.

"Hey! Where's Nathan and Ethan," I smiled.

She looked at me up and down then gave me a cold shoulder. What did I do? We are best friends. We have known each other since grade school. I even had a crush on her before. She's tall, taller than me actually. And I'm 5'10. She has long hair, don't care, with dark brown eyes. With a GPA of 4.2. YASS. But why did she give me that look. I know she doesnt care about my old crush on her, that was 10th grade year. So what's the problem?

Wait. Omg. Please don't tell me that she knows. She can't. She CAN'T KNOW!

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