These Wounds Won't Heal

Chapter 3: Losing Control

I entered the school and headed to the office for my classes. When I walked in the secretary stared at me with wide eyes. She stood up took one look at me and said..
"You must be Christopher Cullen right?"
"Yeah.."
"Welcome here is your schedule and Maddy here is gonna show you around alright."
"yeah sure okay.." I just started to walk away when I heard her call back.
"Aren't you hot it's like 80 degrees outside."
"No I'm freezing " I said and walked away. Maddy showed me the cafeteria first than where my classes were. The whole time she was giving me the tour she kept looking around to see if anybody was around. Was she really embarrassed to be seen with me? I thought. Apparently she was because once we got to my first class she said..
"well this is your science class your other classes are down the hall and to the right. if you need any help finding them ask your homeroom teacher Mrs. Braxton. bye." I've never seen someone fly down the halls like she did. Anyway I walked into my science class to only be bombarded with stares and whispering. I slowly found my seat and began to work on the lab. That's when this kid next to me kept asking questions. "Are you goth?" he asked.
"No, I'm emo."
"So that means you cut right? Cuz isn't that what Emos do?"
This kid is crossing the line.
" That's a stereotype, not all emos cut and when they do it's because they have been through something bad in their life and it gives them comfort." Oh when I said that he got a confused look on his face. No he is not a jock and he doesn't seem popular more like one of those outsider kids. "oh okay sorry I didn't mean to offend you." wow the first person to say their sorry to me that's new.
*an hour and a half later*
Class ended on a pretty good note I really didn't hear anyone talking about me which is a first and all seemed well. Or at least I thought.
"Hey emotional nerd freak!" shit.
"Aww are you gonna cry? Let me help you and give yo comfort." he pulled out a pocket knife and grabbed my wrists. I yelled at him but it was no use he was stronger than me and I was still in a lot of pain from earlier. He pushed me up against the lockers and pulled my sleeve up. He looked grossed out at first when he saw my open scratches.
"eww you already did it to yourself but what the hell you find comfort in this anyway right fagget?" I clenched my hands as he brought the knife closer to my wrists. I felt a sharp pain glide across my wrists as the knife drew a huge line. The last thing I knew was the pain and blood dripping from my arm. Everything went dark.