Right here we go!
Warning there is a brief mention of suicide!
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Its been 2 weeks since it started, no one knows why, it just started. No one has helped either its just me VS the neanderthal. I would just go ahead and end it all because it seems like no one would notice but I know I can't leave my dad.... he has already lost so much in the past few years that losing me might make him want to loose himself. At least I pretend I'm ok, I smile, I talk to my glee friends and I pay attention to lessons, little do they know that its all fake.
This week something happened, I'm not sure how it happened it just did. It was spectacular. It was a regular Friday in the middle of French when I saw an odd head of hair peering through the window. When I say peering, I mean it, I mean he could barely reach the window without standing in his tip-toes. He looked slightly out of place wearing a navy blazer with red piping, he looked a bit like a lost puppy in the middle of a pack of hounds. I started to pay attention the rest of him, as he was outside the window I could only see half of his face. His jaw line was great, everything else was great but then I approached his hair..... HOLY CRAP. How much gel does this guy use?
The end of lesson finally came and throughout the whole lesson I was watching him observing something, I couldn't figure out why or what he was looking at but it seemed to be in my direction. Once or twice I caught eye contact, his wonderful hazel eyes caught with my blue-y green mess and something felt good.
Once the bell rang I saw the boy look in my direction, oh god! I knew what was coming, he was going to be one one Karofsky's minions! He moved away from the window and ran swiftly along the wall in the direction of the nearest door. I had to hide in the only place where no one would find me, The auditorium!
