That one school bell, repeated numerous times a day, rang. Signaling the next class was starting.
The blue hooded teen looked down at his schedule. His very next class was gym. He never liked gym, it was a chance for the bullies to jump him.
Every school has at least a small group of three bullies. In Delirious' case, it was four and up. Every school, or as he calls it 'hell' he been bullied. He never understands it, and he isn't planning to understand either. He would rather hide, like he always does.
He hid. In the area of the locker room where it was dark, and nobody even touched that area. He stayed in the corner, the farthest he could go in the smaller area. Hidden behind a trashcan, surrounded by the dark blue lockers and wooden benches.
The last kid left, leaving him alone. He did come out of his small, isolated spot. He sighed deeply and walked around.
It was a normal locker room, nothing out of the ordinary. Benches, lockers, bathroom stalls, sinks, extra clothing scattered around the floors.
Then he heard laughter. His eyes widened and he whipped around like a snake attacking it's prey. He saw three silhouettes from the light above the small hallway before the actual gym. He wasn't very quick this time, his reflexes are more fastest then that. He only turned around and took three steps before he heard a loud:
"HEY!" it was a guy, obviously. His voice rang through Delirious' head. It was loud, making the small teen jump and almost squeak. The one who yelled, steppes closer. "Turn around" his voice was low. Delirious didn't turn around, only making the grey eyes man angryer.
"I said, TURN AROUND!!" His voice raised at the end, making him squeak and flinch. Delirious slowly turned around and looked down. "Look at me" the grey eyed man looks down at him, being taller then the blue hooded teen. "Tyler, take it easy" a smaller teen said resting a hand on his shoulder. "Why should I?" Laughed. "Because" the other guy said and Delirious ran out if the locker room.
Delirious sighs lightly and heads to the one bathroom. He doesn't want to be scolded at by not being in the class. He has a history with gym class, always bullied and gave them a chance to strike, and he may have found a new one.
After school he's ran home, avoiding anybody and anything. He isn't a fan of people at all. He likes to be isolated from others. He opens the door and is filled with darkness from the no lights on, just the way he likes it.
He walked upstairs and turned his Xbox playing GTA V. He was never the best, but he didn't suck either. His character was a clown, wearing the clothing he does on a daily basis. He always liked the name 'Delirious'he had always loved the way it sounded, how it just rolled off his tongue. He was lost in thought, instantly brought back to reality after a explosion rang in his blue and red headphones. He glanced at the screen showing 'wasted'
He growled and shut his x box off, getting clothing and jumping in the shower. He sat down, pulling his legs close to his chest. He pulled his arms infront of him, examining ever scar to every cut. 'I really mess up don't I?' He thought and leaned his head back on the tile wall with a sigh.
"But that's all I ever do" he said aloud and his vision blurred. He was sure if it was from the water falling into his eyes, or the tears that mixed with the water. Both probably. He closed his eyes tight and covered his ears as his mind raced with the two words that been haunting him the day he hit 13, 'kill yourself' He shook his head slightly and tried to think of something else, the one thing, or should it be 'person' who rented his fogged up mind, was the Canasian from the bus stop.
He removed his hands and raised an eyebrow 'what the fuck?' He mouth and turned the water off, shakily getting out the shower. He slipped his clothing on and messed with his hair, trying to get it out of his eyes, only failing. He huffed and walked j to his room, falling into an immediate slumber.
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