Banana Bus Squad - Stories for the heart.

My Only Escape (not FF)

WARNING: if you are easily depressed back away now

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I walk through the hallway looking at the people that is waiting for their classroom to get open, they look at me with their 'what a freak' look but I don't care what they say, I stop at the crystal door of my class turning and sitting in the floor taking my sketch book and start to draw a half human half skull until they get in my view

"hey, nice drawing, is that you? Because I really want to see you do that to your ugly ass face" he says taking my book and showing it to his friends, I can't do anything I am way too short and I can't do anything

"what? You don't want to fight? Oh wait you can't because you are so small that you won't make a change" they throw my book at me and leave

School ends nothing that is exiting, I take all the stuff that I need to study and walk to my spot underneath a tree, I sit next to it and take my book out again finishing the drawing I look up to make sure my brother is not in the line waiting for me... nothing, I turn to face the tree and give him a hug I try not to cry, finally my brother shows up and I enter the car

Now that I am at home I can see that mom is at work and my brother is also leaving for work, I walk up stairs and flop in my bed looking at my poster ' people say dreams come true, but I only have nightmares' I turn to face my night table and pull from the secret drawer a sharp and arrow shape blade

"here you go again you useless shit" I say as I walk to the bathroom and turn the shower getting in letting the water hit my skin, I stop the water and get the blade and sit the floor of the shower

"where, not in the arms because is to obvious, in my stomach? No" I see my legs and start to push the blade until blood came out

- This for stupid

- This for what happen with mom and dad

- This for being useless

- And this for not taking your life when you got the chance

I make more cuts until I run out of space, I look at the floor with drops of blood

"you are the only one that is whit me in the hardest of the time" I say as I put the blade in the sink and wash the blood away, I flop again in my bed turning to see nothing

"just another casual day, another casual day" I try to cry but stop "crying is for the weak" I slap myself putting my head in the pillow and falling asleep