Filling Scars With Love

A Different Story.

I’m in the class. Totally alone because the one who got us in here is too cool for all this shit anyway.

I’ve never got detention before. I hope it doesn’t affect on my perfect record because if it does I swear that my hands will be covered in someone else’s blood once more.

I hear someone entering the classroom but I don’t even bother to see who it is because I already know it. But even if I didn’t know who it was I wouldn’t care anyway.

He sits next to me. Oh goodness seriously now? Why?

I pretended I didn’t see him and kept writing lyrics on my song book. Yeah, I write songs. It’s something I love. Music is my rescue. It always makes me feel better but what I like most about it is that it makes me feel loved sometimes. It brings me back to the times I loved so much, to the times I practically had a life.

“So, I see you’re both here. I’m sorry but I have plans. Actually I’m not sorry but anyway I’m leaving you two here and I believe you won’t dare to leave till 3pm cause you know the halls are full of cameras. If you leave I’ll make sure you get detention every single day for the next two years.” Mr. Mikaelson threatens.

He walks past the classroom, opens the door, gives us a rude look and then leaves, slamming the door. God, he’s rude. I hate all the teachers in here but if I had to choose one he’d be that one. Like seriously he always wants to make things harder for everyone. He’s always rude and swears all the time. It’s like someone’s forcing him to be a teacher. Uhm, hello? You chose it yourself man.

I really feel like smoking a cigarette right now. I don’t usually do it but this detention things got me all stressed up. Luckily the classrooms don’t have cameras so we can do whatever we want in here. I wait a few minutes just to make sure Mr. Mikaelson is totally gone. I’m pretty sure it won’t bother the “angel” sitting next to me.

I look on my bag for the packet of cigarettes. It’s well hidden, obviously. Sometimes I can’t find things I hide myself cause I always make sure I put them somewhere no one would search. It always takes me several minutes to find my blade in the bathroom. Anyway, I finally found my packet and took one cigarette. I sit near the window and open it wide.

I take a deep breath and smoke a little from the cigarette. The smoke fills my lungs and I feel better. It’s a good relief, honestly.

It seems like Michael has fallen asleep. He has put his head between his hands. His blue eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful. I let the smoke get outta my lungs. He moves a little and opens his eyes. Oh, he wasn’t sleeping. Just… I don’t know. Doing something weird, I guess.

“So you smoke?”  He said just to break the ice.

“Yea …. Sometimes” I said. My voice was cold. Really cold. I don’t even understand why he keeps trying to talk to me. It’s pointless. No one can never be my friend. It’s impossible. I won’t let that happen. I don’t want to lose someone else so it’d be better if I’m left alone.

“Am I really that annoying to you?” he spoke again.

“I guess so.” I shrugged.

“What have I ever done to you? I’m just trying to be your friend. That’s all.” he said. His voice was completely different compared to mine. It’s warm and peaceful.

“What have you done? Oh, let’s get started. First of all you bullied me, then you made my scars even worse by doing that thing with your hand, whatever. Second, you got me in here. I’ve never got detention before and this is all your fault. “ I almost yelled the last part, pointing at the cigarette I’m holding. “And just letting you know, I don’t need friends. Especially people like you. We can never be friends”.