Broken Into Pieces (EDITING)

Chapter Two- Don't Touch Me (Into the nothing)

Chapter Two- Don’t Touch Me (Into the nothing)

 

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          Walking to school I feel alive again and not an empty shell of what I used to be. Music always has this affect on me. But as the song ends so does the feeling it brought with it. Now that I notice my surrounding I see I'm not that far from school. 

          Hum...maybe the world is giving me a break today.

          Even with that thought in mind I know that the peace won't last for long. If nothing happens on the way to school something will happen during school; now I just have to ready myself. I know what you're thinking. Why wouldn't the world give you a break? Well it never did, since I was nine. It only got worse for me.

          Looking down at my phone I clicked shuffle so I wouldn't have to keep picking songs. Hearing the next song come on I let it play like background music and focused on getting to school; even if I didn't really enjoy being there either, but I'd rather be there than home that's for sure.

          I checked the time to see that it was 7:34am. I started quickening my pace. I didn't want to be late. The last thing I wanted was attention from the entire student body. If you haven't noticed I hate being the center of attention.

          Turning the last corner of the street the school finally came into my line of sight.

          I'm going to Riverwoods High school and currently a Junior. School work comes easy to me, I've never been one to not do good in school. So I guess you could call me a nerd. I don't really like labeling things. It just discriminates and causes more problems.

          Entering the front gates of the school I pull my hood over my head and keep my head down. I try as much as I can to blend in with the ground. And I'm doing a pretty good job if I do say so myself.

          You can hear the students talking amongst themselves. You can even see the clicks like the popular's, goths/emo, jocks, cheerleaders, and nerds. Each click had their own spot on the school's front garden or the parking lot. No one ever strays from their click and I find it really stupid. High school isn't all about what you wear and how you talk. It's about learning and connecting with the other lives around you. But of course most of the people in my school are just arrogant, ignorant, disrespectful bastards.

          Walking past all the madness as I like to call it, I open the front doors to the school and walk in. While walking to my locker I realize the song that's playing on my phone and start humming to the beat of another one of my favs. So I sing along to the lyrics mentally.

(song on the side play now.)

 

Into the nothing

 

Faded and weary

 

I won't leave and let you fall behind

 

Live for the dying

 

Heaven hear me

 

I know we can make it out alive...

          I reach my locker still humming the words to the song. I put in the combination and it opens to show my organized locker. I put in the books I don't need for class and close the locker.

          When I turn around I bump into someone. A yelp of surprise emanated from me. I swear I almost shited myself. My hood is over my head and I'm looking at the ground. I never make eye contact with anyone, mostly because it's uncomfortable to me.

          Still looking at the ground I see the person hasn't moved from where they stood.

          Since the person showed no signs of movement I went ahead and started moving to go around them; keep in mind I still had my earphones on while the song which was play is a bit too loud. But I didn't even get three steps away from the person before they grabbed my arm, I winced. My forearm had a huge bruise on it last time I saw it, it was purple now who knows what it looks like, but it still hurt anyway.

          Still thinking about my arm, my earphones are ripped from my ears. I stay still for a second before anger just totally consumes me. Who the fuck just did that.

          If there are a couple of things I don't like to be done to me it's-

One- DON'T TOUCH ME.

Two- DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY EARPHONES.

          And that was what lead me to look at the person who was still holding my arm and had just stopped me from listening to my music. When I looked up my eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. Standing before me was The Dylan Wood! Now you must be thinking, who is this guy? Well he happens to be the bad boy of Riverwood high school. Yes we have the stereotypical bad boy in my school as well.

          He's the guy no one messes with, the guy that breaks girl's hearts, and the guy ever father wishes was there son just because he looks the part of the perfect son. Yeah right, if only that were true. He's got a bad rep. And no one likes to get involved with him. So now you know why I'm currently have a heart attack as we speak. His grey eyes hold me in my place for a second as they search my face. His skin I'll admit is flawless and his hair is in a small Mohawk or whoa put they call a fohawk. His expression a deadly serious and he looks like he's in a bad mood. If that's not enough then his clothes do say something. Black shirt and a leather black jacket, it looks like that's his favorite color really. I haven't look to see if he's wearing black jeans but I just know he is. And along with the black boots he's always wearing around school. And no I don't have an obsessing with Dylan I just hear everything that goes on in this school. When no one thinks someone is listening I'm usually the ears of the school. And being the ears of the school means I've heard many things about Dyaln. Some of them not so good.

          This could not be good. Great world you've managed to fuck with me again. I asked for one day, ONE day, but no you couldn't even give me that much.

 

          Looks like I have to start planning my funeral sooner than I expected.

 

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A/N- Picture on the side is Dylan.