No Happy Ending

Explainations

          All three weeks that I was suspended I just sat in my room a thought, why was he trying save me so much. Why do I matter to Him, I don't  matter to anyone else.  I thought that for all thee weeks and to be honest time actually went really fast. 

          So I had to go back to the devil's cave also know as school and not just any school, high school. To be honest I didn't know what to expect  but I knew it wouldn't be good. I avoided the bus, that was where to many things happened. So I woke up at four o'clock and left at five thirty because I had to walk five miles to school. To be honest It doesn't take that long, mostly because  I don't walk, I run.

      But I didn't want to be at school, so I walked........ Very slowly.

      I was about three hours late and I took forever at the metal detector.By the way I put twenty old keys in my pockets, I should do that more often. Anyway by the time I got there I was lunch so I had to do what I always do and get lunch and eat it either by myself or in the bathroom. And I'm not in the mood for toilet bread.  On that note I sat In the back of the cafeteria alone. I sat there and listened to music and thought about how I was gonna get out. Something told me not to kill myself while I was at home I don't know why I listened to It. 

    When I was done eating what the school board said was food I walked to the bathroom and then I get stopped by the douchebag that stopped me the first time.

  "Trying to get away again I see." He said. He had a cast on his arm from when I shot him.

  " Look you've done enough now get away from me before I do more then just shoot you."

 "Go ahead, you shot me and broke my nose and I'm still alive so give me your worst." So thats who I punched In the face that day. I knew he looked familiar. He followed me out of the cafeteria and out to my locker. He stopped next to me like we were friends and I opened my locker and took my stuff out and closed it and he was still standing there.

 "What do you want?"

 "I want to know why you keep trying to kill yourself." he said.

" Yeah, and guess what I want to know why you keep trying to save me." I said trying to get away from him.

"I don't want anyone else to die. I've seen this happen before and I know what your thoughts can do to you. I would be an ass to let you kill yourself." Then I stopped, I wasn't completely hooked but he had a point. So I turned around and I talked to him .

 "I tried to kill myself because I don't have any other way out, you don't know what I deal with.You can't help me. I can't help myself."

  "I've done this before, I know It feels like you don't have anyone to turn to but you do, you always have me."

  "Look I don't even know your name."

   "I'm Hayes. Here's my number, call me if you need me."He pulled out a slip of paper with his number on it and gave it to me. Then he walked away. Now that I think about it, I like him. He's really cute.  

  I didn't want to kill myself as much anymore, so instead I went to my chemistry class. The worst subject ever dude. I walked In and I noticed that I had a new lab partner considering the last one dropped out of school. I sat next to her and she started talking to me, she was the first friend I've had since 3rd grade.  

  "Hey, I'm Tiara. I'm your new lab partner."

  "Hey, I'm Loren."

  "Oh, I would have guessed your name was Keisha."

 "Why because I'm black. And for your information I'm mixed. So if you think that--"

  "I wasn't serious, I just wanted to see what type of person you were."

 "Oh,  sorry. I'm just not having the best month."

  "I know I've herd of you, people call you a slut but your not. They're the assholes and you never slept with anyone but your dad and that wasn't your fault."

 "Hold up. How did you know about that?" I never told anyone about that I didn't even tell hayes about that.

"You have the same look In your eye that I had three years ago. Why do you ask someone for help?"

"My mom died giving birth to me, she was 14 and my dad was 28. If I tell someone I'm gonna go to a foster home and Those people might treat me worse then that. Honestly I'm just afraid of change." Class started and the teacher started talking, I guess while I wasn't looking she slipped her number in my bag. so that make two contacts on my phone. I finally feel happier knowing that two people care if I live or die.The only problem Is that I didn't know if I cared.