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It was just a dream. I wanted these dreams to stop. I sat there and all I could do was stared into space, trying to forget my dream. I wanted it erased from my memory. I wanted it all erased.

"Hun, are you alright?" My grandmother's voice pulled me out of my trance. 

"I'm fine. I'm going back to sleep." 

She left my room, closing the door behind her. I stared into space, hugging my knees to my chest. After sitting for what seemed like hours, I slowly stood up and walked over to my secret box. I emotionlessly opened it and pulled out a razor. 

I could feel my heart racing, already knowing what was coming next. All I did though was sit there and stare at the shining blade. I didn't know what to do anymore. I needed to stop this, and I was going to stop it now.

I laid back down and continued my plan to run away. I could start over in another place.

I awoke the the next morning feeling decent. I wasn't numb for once. My grandmother actually said good morning to me, and hugged me. It was nice to have her there for me.

At school things were the same. This time there were new rumours from the incident the other day. I wasn't going to let them make up things anymore though. During lunch while everyone was sitting in the cafeteria, and I was sitting alone at my usual table, I stood up and cleared my throat loudly. 

A couple people looked up at me, so I spoke up. 

"Can I say something to everyone." Everyone silenced and looked in my direction. Their glares all pointed in my direction. None of them looking too friendly.

I swallowed and continued. " I would like to clear the air. I know many of you don't like me, but I want the rumours to stop. I didn't put a knife in my locker, nor was I going to use it. I used to have a problem with sleep walking, yes, but I have fixed it."

They all just continued to stare at me. Most of the looks didn't look forgiving. I continued anyway.

"I'm sorry if I have hurt any of you personally, I really am. I want to move on from this, please." I nearly begged the room full of my classmates, but still they all just glared me down. I was beginning to regret my decision. Maybe I should've stayed quieter. I probably made things worse somehow, but again I continued anyway. 

"Please understand that I am so sorry, I just want all of this to stop, please." My peers just continued to stare menacingly at me until someone yelled out, "No one cares, no one likes you, that's it."

I tried. I couldn't stand there and listen to any more of their remarks. I turned and quickly walked out of the cafeteria, turns burning my eyes. I bumped into someone on my way out, but I never even looked to see who it was.

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