A Racer's Heart

5: Batman vs. Superman

Mattie's POV:

As I find my way to the track meet, one of the runners leads me to the locker room. I enter and drop my bag onto the bench before noticing the girl who sat next to me in chorus, wearing a sports bra and some, well, lets just say interesting underwear.
She notices me and puts some shorts on as I turn to my locker and wiggle helplessly at the lock.
She offers help and I awkwardly accept, stepping back. When she leaves, she hands me the paper and our hands collide.
...wow. Am I dating the wrong girl? Oh, wait, she's prolly straight...
As everyone leaves, I put my backpack into the locker after taking out a long-sleeved shirt and shorts.
When I pull my jacket and shirt off, I stare at the scars on my wrists, my vision blurred by tears that I refuse to let fall. I quickly change into a sports bra and pull the shirt on before changing into shorts.
Man, why didn't I go the smart way and cut my legs?
I go into the bathroom area of the locker room and look at myself in the mirror. Sighing at my own ugliness, I pin my hair back with bobby pins before locking my locker and going outside. The coach chats with me for a bit before talking to the girl I have awkwardly interacted with several times before leading her to me.
She asks me basic questions and I answer, repeatedly checking to make sure my sleeves don't show anything.
When she asks if I want her to run with me, I get a bit flustered but mostly happy before my depression kicks in.
No, she's just offering. Nobody likes you, she just pities you and wants to show off because she is so much better than you. Why do you try? Why live?
I sigh and decline, deciding to do it alone.
I begin to run.
You're fat, why do you try?
I run faster.
Why would anyone love you? Dalia must be insane or joking.
I hold back tears.
Look at yourself. You're ugly-
Faster.
-fat-
I almost trip.
-disgusting. A waste of a human life.
I finally finish and catch my breath.
"Is that good?" I ask, seeing my time. She gives a vague answer, which to me means no.
She leads me to do jogs around the track and as we begin, I try to shut my brain up.
Slow, stupid, ugly, fat, weird, gay piece of trash, useless.
When I finally reach my max, five laps, I nearly fall on the ground from exhaustion. She takes my hands and I jump before realizing she was simply bringing my arms up.
I notice her smiling and try not to blush and we finish and she goes to talk to the coach.
I go to the locker room, facing away from everyone so they won't see my scars.
As I was about to put my other shirt on, she came in. I tried to hide my hands as she got dressed and we talked.
Her name is Sasha.
What a pretty name...
We went out to the parking lot after we got dressed and got our belongings. While debating about Batman vs. Superman, I heard a honk and saw Dalia waiting for me. Waving goodbye, I went to the car.
"Hi," I greeted, blushing a bit.
She looked into the rearview mirror.
"Is that Sasha?"
I nodded.
"Ugh," she groaned. Confused, I asked what was wrong.
"Oh, nothing," she grinned, turning away before muttering something and starting up the car.

(Two notes:
1. Don't cut yourself. Ever. :I
2. As you can see, we aren't going to be friends with Dalia. :I)