The voices in my head

Chapter 6

As soon as I am in my room I run into my bathroom and clean up my hands.
I wrap a bandage around my fragile palm and fingers and go lay down on my bed.
I chew on my bottom lip to stop my self from crying. How could they? I should've controlled my emotions down there cause now I'm sure they think I'm crazy. I roll over and start to drift off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning with a splitting head ache. I slowly get ready for school in my plain clothes as usual and head downstairs. I grab my school bag and shoes and go to head out the front door. "Are you having breakfast?" I hear my mum ask. Her black bob is straightened down to her neck and her face is clean and proper along with her red dress and black heels. "Where are you going?" I question. "Out" was her bland response. "Cool" I breathed out, "well, I'm off to school so bye." She hums in response as she heads towards the kitchen.

I open the front door and head down to the gate at the front of our yard. I pull out my iPod and plug my earphones in and scroll through my music. I end up putting therapy by All time low on.

Give me therapy,
I'm a walking travesty,
But I'm smiling at everything,
Therapy you were never a friend to me,
You can keep all your miseries.

I hum the lyrics as I head up to the front gates of the school. I pull my hoodie over my head hopping no one realises who I am. But no one looked at me, no one even cared. A slide smile slipped onto my face as I realised I was safe.

I slowly pulled down my hoodie and let my stif shoulders relax. A small smile creeped onto my face as I walk through the halls, people walked by not even noticing I was there. Until I heard the whispers.

"Did you see the board"
"God, Grace is gonna flip"

Heat flooded to my face as the words swam in my head. My feat picked up and I was running down the hallway,
Everything passing as a blur. I skidded to a stop in front of the board. Tears stung in the back of my eyes as I saw the picture on the board. The memories of that day started flooding back. the humiliation, the attack.

A photo of me hung on the board the black paint smeared all over my face and body. White writing was underneath the picture but I couldn't read it as my eyesight was to blurry to see. Laughter filled the air as people started to point and stare. I looked around at the students that surrounded me and saw Alison in the back row with a fake sympathetic smile as she shook her head in mock disappointment. My fingers curled into fist as shame and anger surged through my body.

I quickly turned around and swerved my way through the crowd. Stumbling over people's feet and the harsh words that were shouted my way. I jogged back to my house and ran up to my room. I sniffled as I got my overnight bag out and started packing. Once everything was packed I got my money jar from under my bed out, which I earned from my job and slid the money into my pocket. I slowly walked out of the house as I knew that this was the last time I was ever gonna see it.