It's like you're drowning but everyone around you is breathing.
"Ivy, what did you like and dislike about this school year?" The teacher asked me.
I am fed up. I cannot take one more day with these people. I stood up enfront of the class. I could hear snickers. I rolled up my sleeves a little to show how much I want to vent, to let it out, that I mean what I say.
"For starters," I started...
"Oh my, she is finally talking for once!" Someone said and everyone laughed. But I don't care, not anymore. It is the last day of school, the last day with them.
"For starters, the only thing I liked in this school was the cafeteria. I hated everything else. I hate all of you, all of the teachers, and the factuality, and everyone else. You all made my life a living hell, you are the reason I suffer with a mental illness and these..." I raised my arms showing the bruises they did, the scars they made me do, and burns they threw at me. "But you know what? I don't care anymore. I will not see any of you ever again because I'm changing schools. I'm changing my life. I'm sick of all of you. Except for one person. My best friend Olivia. You never changed, you will never change. I know it. Go to hell, all of you."
Then the bell rang. It's finally over.
Olivia came over to my house that day.
"So...which school are you going to?" She asked me laying on my bed looking at the ceiling while I continue painting on my big canvas.
"I don't know yet, grandma is looking for a school." I live with my grandmother, my parents did not want me, they left me. But so what, I'm better off without them.
"Oh, I see." She stood up coming near me looking at my painting.
"Why do you always paint really dark things, it's like you don't even use colors." She snickered walking around the room in the same paste.
I studied the way she walked.
Left foot.
Right foot.
First tile.
Second tile.
"Hello...?" Olivia woke me up. "I asked you a question like 5 minutes ago!"
"Umm, so do you want to order pizza?" I ignored her question. No one knows about my mental illness, except for grandma.
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Bleeding Scars
Non-FictionIt's like I'm drowning and everyone around me is breathing. Why is it like this? Will it end? When Ivy joins a new school, she thinks that the pain of bullying will stop. She was wrong. The only reasom she left the other school was to get away from...
