Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Dear Diary: Chapter 13

February 19th, 2015

Dear Diary:

It was exactly five days from now when I came into this world seventeen years ago. Exactly five days from now when my life changed once again a year ago. Exactly five days from now when I lost all the people I once cared about in my life.

It sucks, to think that the only day I once appreciated, has to be looked upon the day a disaster took place in my life.

I don't know what to do with anything anymore. I feel lost, as though it has become hard to find my way back. Would it ever be alright? Would I ever be able to forget everything that has happened and move on?

I walked through the hallways in the school, lost in my thoughts while making my way to my second class of the day: Physics, when the voice of an idiot decided to ring through the hallways.

"Don't you ever eat anything you stick?" Someone spoke, pushing a figure which might have belonged to Paisley in the lockers. "You're skinnier than a broom. Anyone could crush you. There's nothing good about you, not even your face. You're so ugly."

The group of friends laughed at Paisley, as Paisley looked to the ground, holding her books to her chest.

I frowned at the sight, suddenly feeling anger rise inside of me at the scene. No one should be bullied, especially not Paisley. As long as I could remember from the time Paisley had arrived to this high school, one person or another picked on her every chance they got.

I let that happen back when I was friends with the popular people, but for once in my life as I thought back to the days when Tyler bullied me with his minions every second of my day, I decided I couldn't let someone get bullied in front of me. I couldn't let someone feel the pain of being hurt over and over again, and feel as if they shouldn't even exist.

"Don't you idiots have something better to do, then bully someone?" I snapped at the girls, pushing my way past them to Paisley.

Paisley looked up at me, shocked etched on her face. I nodded at her, then turned back to the girls, who were giving me a once over.

"Why don't you mind your own business, if you don't want to be bullied?" One of the girls retorted.

I scoffed, crossing my arms across my chest. "I won't get afraid of your threats, because trust me I could care less of what people like you could do. People who make their targets the lonely ones. But, listen carefully when I say that if you don't leave right now, I surely won't be afraid to do something you guys won't like."

The girls were seething with rage, looking at each other, as if wondering what to do. At the end, with one last glare they walked away, flipping me the finger, which I completely ignored.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I caught a boy leant against the wall, staring at me. I turned towards him, only to find Asim shooting me a thumbs up, with a smile on his face. When did he end up there? I had no idea.

'I'm proud of you' he mouthed then walked away. It would be a lie to say I wasn't happy from the inside to see someone proud of me for once.

"Thanks," Paisley whispered, brining me out of my thoughts.

I nodded once again, turning to leave, when she said something to stop me.

"Why did you help me when you hate me?" She asked, her voice quiet.

I shrugged, pursing my lips into a thin line as I looked at her. "I still hate you. Think of it as a way of me helping you for the old times sake," I told her, then quietly added. "When I used to let you get bullied by the others."