Rebel At Heart

Chapter 25: Say It To My Face, I'm Here In Front Of You

Friday! Finally! I slid on my black jeans, black converse, and band tee. Today's selected band, Falling In Reverse.

I finally made it to class and Blake sat beside me. I knew he was going to try and restrain me but I knew he wanted to keep his dick more.

Class started, and so did the comments. About halfway through class, I got fed up enough that I knew I had to make my point.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned to look at me. I walked down the aisle to the front of the room. Someone tried to trip me and I stomped on their foot. They screeched. Ha! It was Tina. She could go fuck herself.

I climbed on top of the teacher's desk and it all came out. I pulled my sleeves back, revealing my arms.

"Who here sees any scars?"

Nobody spoke. Chrystian's face was bright red.

"Exactly! I don't fucking cut myself!"

I heard someone mutter in the front row.

"The bands she listens to kill people every day though."

Oh great. Another one of the whores decided to speak. This time, it was Morgan.

"You have no fucking clue what you're talking about do you?"

Silence.

"Give me a name of a band I listen to and tell me what you think they do."

"Pierce The Veil. They use the veil as a heart and they tell you to stab yourself."

"WRONG!"

Now I was on a role.

"Pierce The Veil, didn't give us depression. My Chemical Romance, didn't get us beat up. Bring Me The Horizon, didn't make us hate ourselves. Falling In Reverse, taught us not to pop pills. Black Veil Brides, didn't make us cut ourselves. All Time Low, they're the reason I can stand up and do this! I used to have such bad anxiety that I wouldn't be able to even ask to go to the bathroom in class because I was afraid everyone would stare at me. They helped me out of my anxiety. They taught us not to have anxiety. That there is no point! You my friend, are wrong. You're in your own little world where, if somebody doesn't listen to your music, they aren't cool or they're emo. Hell yeah I'm emo. I'll stand up here and admit it all fucking day. I'm emo. There! But best part is, I don't cut myself. I'm an easy example that all emo people don't cut themselves."

I looked around. Still, silence. Even the teacher was silently listening. I took a deep breath before continuing.

"How many of you thought that every single emo on earth cut themselves?"

No hands went up.

"Bull shit! Chrystian, your hand should be raised. Raise that hand!"

He slowly raised his hand, face the color of beets.

"That's right. You aren't going to lie to me. If you thought that I didn't cut myself, you wouldn't have given me razor blades as a sick gift."

I head Tina laughing in the back.

"Raise your hand too, Tina! You were jumping in on the conversation too. So raise that hand. Everyone, raise your hands if you think all emo kids cut themselves! No lying!"

Slowly, every hand went into the air but three. Even Blake's hand was raised. I looked at the kids who didn't raise their hands. One had black stitches drawn across his right cheek, straight up to his ear.

"You, with the stitches, do you cut yourself?"

He shook his head.

"Another that doesn't cut! Any emo in here that doesn't cut, come up here and stand with me!"

The kids that didn't raise their hands came up and stood.

"Reveal your arms!"

No scars. None at all.

"Go ahead you can sit back down."

They went back to their seats.

"I rest my case."

I jumped down off the desk and started back to my seat. I heard someone clapping. I turned around. The teacher was clapping. A few more claps. Kids in the class were clapping for me. More. Teachers from next door filled in and clapped. A few stragglers that were passing through the halls and heard my rant also came in to clap. Soon enough, the entire room was filled with clapping. Arms wrapped around me and pulled my lips in for a kiss. The lips removed themselves from mine and Blake's eyes had the gleam of a proud parent in them. I smiled. I got my point across and everyone was supporting me.

I heard music. Someone was playing 'World Of Sacrifice'. I got it all right. No more lies and accusations.