The annoying clock alarm blasted through the room, waking the troubled teen. With no parents, he is quite lonely during the time of him at home.
He pulled himself sluggishly out of his comfy, sheeted, baby blue bed. He missed the warmth of his fuzzy cover.
He grabbed his simple blue hoodie, grey undershirt, blue converse, and black pants. Ones he walked in the bathroom, he slightly gasped at the sight, forgetting he never cleaned up his bloody mess.
That urge came rushing through his arms seeing the sharpest razor, laying on the floor, small dry blood puddles surrounding it.
He shook his head, getting dressed. The whole time, his eyes were glued o to the razor, his arms basically begging for the attention of the lover, the razor.
He grabbed his phone, checking the time. Noticing the short time of witch he must leave, he grabbed the razor, putting it in his phone black phone cade with a blue flaming skull, in his pocket,
'I will use you later' he though to himself as he grabbed his bag, rushing out the door and to the school.
With his music, three down from the whole way. He walled peacefully to school, his hood up, head hanging, casting a shadow over his face.
As the lyrics blast through the red, almost a deep red color ear buds. It triggered his memory of when he saw his, ones living, mother. A hit and run car crash, killing her on contact. The sounds if possibly hearing her ribs snap backwards, puncturing her ones beating heart. Her ones blood pumping veins stop. Her lungs getting pushed in, making the wind be completely knocked out of her.
The song was the one that reminded him of her, 'See You Again' by Wiz Khalifa.
Each word hit his heart like a bullet to the chest, making the pain drag him down. His steppes slowed, his breathing became heavy. His heart sped up, he began to sweat.
'Not now' he yelled his thought. Every time this happens, the replay of his mom deaths replay over and over, increasing the pain in his head and chest.
He wanted to scream. Scream till his vocal cords went raw and sore. He felt his blood boil. He felt his blood run trough his veins at an extremely angry and fast speed.
He quickly breathed in and counted to ten, changing the song. "1" he said aloud, taking a step "2" he took another "3" and another. This pattern continued and he made it to this school,
'Toronto highschool' the sign read. He put his head down, walking into the populated building, ignoring the eyes all on him. As a newer student, the first day was never the best.
He walked into the office. Getting his papers handed to him. As he walked to his first class, he tensed up as he walked in the door. The room went silent, you could hear a pin drop. His heart sped up,
'1' he counted inside his head as he walked to the teacher, silent as the students. "You may sit where ever" the teacher said, jaw slightly opened. Delirious walked to the back, almost slamming his binder on the hard surface.
The room became chatty again as he stared put the window. The clouds darkened
'Must be close to raining' he thought as he was correct. Rain droplets landed on the rather large, school windows. The crack of thunder echoed through the outside, sending it inside, making Delirious slightly jump from the sudden boom.
Light spread across the sky, followed by a small purple bolt. The rain picked up it's pace and the loud bell rang. Each teem in the room sat down as the teacher walked to the front. Delirious eyes landed on a red jacket with white striped.
