She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 2

School. First day back as a Junior. I wasn't the popular girl but I wasn't the loser; more the girl who just isn't noticed. I like it like that though so I guess you could say I'm normal, but I'm so far from it. Being a teenager was hard work with the homework, trying to get good grades, boys (not that any even looked my way), keeping up with the fashion and latest goss and maintaining a social life. At least no one forced me to eat anything here. There was a sea of people in the corridor, like a massive mosh but at school. People hugging and reuniting after the break. Girls screaming and gossiping while the boys discussed the latest sport news and who got smashed at Taylor's party last weekend. One of the blonde bimbos was making out with Jake Loway off in a corner. His probably just about had sex with the whole cheer squad, and her being the next victim. I could already see the principle striding toward them ready to put a ten foot wall between the two. I managed to push and squeeze my way to my locker and retrieve the books I needed.

"Hey," I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Soph!" I missed you. I pulled her in for a hug, "it feels like it has been years."

"Actually it's only been the break," she stated as she nervously tucked a part of her chestnut hair behind her diamanté studded ear. Then I looked at her; really looked at her and I knew something was wrong. She wasn't the Sophie before school break.

Her hair was down, rather then up in her usual tight high ponytail and the old Sophie didn't wear makeup. She was wearing a mini skirt that just covered her ass and a singlet that revealed her pale midriff. With pretty white sandals replacing her usual pair of converses and a cream cardigan which replaced her usual denim jacket.

Sophie was one of the two friends I had. I hadn't seen her all break because she went on holidays with her family, at least that's what she had told me. I looked behind her to see a group of girls behind her. Actually not a group, the group; the Queen Bees as we called them.

Taylor, Mrs Queen Bee herself leaned up against one the lockers smirking at us not trying to hide the fact she was looking exactly in our direction. The rest of the girls snickered and giggled trying to look inconspicuous.

"Sophie.. What's wrong?"

She averted her hazel eyes and then glanced back up, "I can't hang with you anymore Mel," She looked away again, "I've changed, discovered myself and found new friends. You sorta dragged me down. Sorry Malory, sometimes these things happen." I looked at her and could feel those walls come crumbling down. I could feel my eyebrows furrow as I searched for words to say but none seemed to come out. I could feel the tears coming on. I wasn't going to cry, not here, not now.

With a sad smile she said, "I guess I'll see you around." She turned around and walked over to the people we had once both hated. I watched as she leaved me, another person, gone. They gathered together laughing and whispering discreetly looking in my direction before moving on down the corridor arm in arm. Sophie didn't even look back. Not a wave or smile she just left me standing there. Alone.

I waited for them to turn the corner and then closed my locker door. And speed walked to the toilets with my head down. The emotions surfacing and nagging deadly thoughts pulling at my brain.

'No one wants you.'

'You're a let down.'

'Failure.'

'Worthless and fat. That's all you are.' Everyone was already making their way to class so the toilets were empty. I locked myself in a cubicle furthest away from the door, closed the toilet seat and sat there holding my knees to my chest, arms wrapped tightly around me as I slowly let the tears I was fighting back fall down my cheeks. Everything became a blur of hurt and hate and worthlessness.

Oh how I longed for a blade to take away my pain.