Not All Heroes Sing (Tony Perry Love Story)

*Chapter 02*

I went through 2 classes with people throwing things at me, getting tripped and kicked, etc.

Sadly, Matt was sick he couldn't come to school. His twin sister, Macy, was sick as well.

Also means he can't go to the concert with me or Macy, so its just me and her.

Macy is alright, but she's very antisocial. Usually is as invisible as a ghost except in her elective classes, since I have photography class with her. And she's completely fine with her social status. Me and her don't really talk alot, but she doesn't harass me.

I wish I was as invisible and safe as she was.

In fact, the only time we ever talk is when we are bored and decide to compare pastel colors for some reason. She sometimes ask if she would do my hair again, since she's really good at dying hair (she changes its color every 2-3 weeks. The color for now- lavender).

Right now, since my last class is basically lunch period, I decided to just leave school.

I walk out the school building and begin to walk towards the park when suddenly feel someone grip my hair and knock me to the ground, followed by some laughing.

Not again.

"Time again, freak!" a football jock sneered, his cheerleader slut girlfriend giggling annoyingly (nasal problem much?) in the back as she held a baseball bat.

I was punched, kicked, and scratched and beaten until I got the idea of playing dead.

I hear them freak when they saw I went still and then run off. Once I think they're gone, I manage to get up and limp home, thankful to find it empty.

Rocky whimpered as he followed me to my room so I can take care of my wounds.

Apparently, the beating reopened some cuts, so there was more blood than there needed to be. After healing myself the best I can and then got to choosing my clothes for tomorrow.

At least its the weekend and I can stay at Matt's house.

James and Diane wouldn't give a fuck if I lived or died.

I fed Rocky and then had the urge again.

Just a bit more..

I looked through my night stand table and take our one out of the many razors I have and go to the bathroom and start slicing up my arms and legs and wrists.

I go on ahead and slice my hips and thighs, nearly crying when I hit bone and the numb slitting became agony.

I wad away the blood and pull on an oversized tshirt and some underwear before crawling into bed, looking at the picture of my family before they were all gone.

Although broken, we still managed to actually be happy.

My parents were divorced but they never fought. We all were happy with our family either way.

The thought of them seeing me like this shatters my heart.

I burst into tears as a whimpering Rocky curls up behind me.

I curl up into a ball and just cry myself to sleep, clutching to Blake's dog tag necklace. It was a gift from when he went to a class trip to Canada and went to a festival. The tag said his name with a star on it, his wad the same bit with my name on it.

I continue to cry myself asleep.

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Picture of Matt----->>>>