The bus screeches to a halt as I gather up my things. Walking quickly, so that I don't have to speak to anyone, I pull out my headphones from my pocket and place them over my head. Sometimes I wonder if people think that maybe that girl wearing headphones is listening to the song she wants at her funeral or whether I am just invisible to them. My blood red eyes from tears gathering up aren't visible because my eyes are focusing on the ground. No one will notice me but I wish someone would without me having to tell them. That will never happen.
I arrive to school and walk into class, back row in the corner. Its where you can hide from all the demons, the thoughts chasing you around and spinning you around until you fall. And the next thing you know, your back in class. Sitting, waiting, just sitting and just waiting. I was waiting for the end.
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The Suffering
Historia CortaCharlotte is going through depression. She hates her life and doesn't know what to do about it. But things are about to change..
