Impossible

Twø

I woke up to light in my eyes and I just let out an unhappy groan. Light, it was something I didn't have, or want in my life. I preferred darkness. It gave me comfort, it made me feel alone. Surprisingly that was a good feeling sometimes. Seeing as I didn't fit in, I may as well be alone. Well, if I'm not with Dallon that is. I heard my stomach growl and let out an in happy "Ugh." Then started jumping on top of Dallon, "Dallon! Get up lazy ass I'm hungry!" I begged and continued to jump on him.

"Dylan, it's early." He mumbled and I looked at him with a 'really bitch' face. We had school today. Of course it was gonna be early.

"Dallon, you know the hell hole that they call school? Yeah, we have to go." I said and pulled out my black ripped skinny jeans, a T-shirt with the words "Shut up and don't talk to me" written on it and went to go change and put my black hair into a messy bun.

"Fine," He said and rolled his eyes. Then got out of bed. He threw on some shorts and a shirt then told me to hurry up so I grabbed my bag and walked out the door behind him.

"Another day of bullies and hell! Yay!" I cheered sarcastically. I then got into the passenger seat and looked ahead. I liked zoning out a lot, it was my own little space that was just for me. No one else could invade, because how does one walk into your thoughts? Exactly, they can't. I often found myself daydreaming about a world where I was okay and treated equally. Yeah, like that would ever happen. For me a world like that wasn't realistic. It was all a fantasy. Being completely okay would never happen. But I always kept faith that maybe, just maybe I could heal a little.

"Dylan, chill it'll be fine. But what song do you want? I'm not driving all the way to school in silence." Dallon asked. I thought for a little bit and then perked up when I had thought of something.

"I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy!" I begged like a little kid. I didn't even need to beg though, he did ask me what I wanted to listen to. I just realized I hadn't eaten, oh well I can wait until lunch.

"Okay." He mumbled and plugged the aux cord into his phone. I then snatched his phone and started to blare I Don't Care. I shouted the lyrics until he told me to shut up, multiple times. Yet I still continued to sing. He just rolled his eyes at me and kept driving.

"You know you love my terrible singing." I said and punched him in the arm. My singing at the moment was truly terrible. Let me put it this way, I sounded like a deaf, sick, cancerous person trying to sing. I could sing, when I wanted to. But that wasn't often.

"I really don't, you sound like you're dying. It's cancerous, if ear cancer was a thing I'm sure I'd have it by now." He stated, I just rolled my eyes and kept singing. But, quieter so that he did have to put of with my loud, and so called 'cancerous' singing. I knew I sounded bad, I did it on purpose to get on his nerves. We soon pulled up to our fabulous high school! Note the sarcasm. I hated this place, where every day 'normal' people would bully me. I truly believe that there is no such thing as a normal human being. We are all unique, just some more then others.

"Dylan! Hello, earth to Dylan? Quit zoning out!" He yelled in my face and I snapped out of my thoughts and back into reality. I did this often, too often. It was the main reason I got detentions, it's kind of stupid though. But oh well, let teachers be teachers.

"Sorry I was thinking." I said and laughed, then got out of the car. I picked up my bag and put my hood up and walked. Like any other day, then I heard my name, well not my name but something that I was called.

"Hey short stuff!" Someone called, I just shook my head and kept walking. See, this wasn't even the worst of my bullying. It involved physical, harmful contact. My school has the worst staff. I mean it and it's true, I mean teachers will walk by as I'm getting beat up and just act like it's nothing.

I went into my own little secluded corner. I hated being around people, these ones in particular. Especially after being dragged out of the closet, both figuratively and literally. Yes, I'm bisexual. Why would you care? It's not your problem. But fir some I reason I just can't let jerks be jerks and bitches be bitches. I have to care for some fucking reason. Why? I don't know, maybe because I care too much and want to make myself perfect for someone else. I honestly don't know.

"So closet kid, what's up?" I jock asked me, Eren Anderson. I hated him so much, he's the one who initiated this entire bullying thing.

"Leave me alone..." I mumbled and put my hands in my jacket pocket. He then grabbed my hood and pulled it down. Then backed my all the way into the corner and hovered over me.

"Now, why would I do that? Short shit." He insulted and continued to throw insults, and suicide jokes in my face. I ended up having a panic attack and ran to the bathroom. Dallon was God knows where. I wouldn't be found because I was in one of the bathrooms in the back of my school. Which might I add is two stories.

"Why isn't Dallon here when I need him?" I'm mumbled and fiddled with my blood red hair. The excuse that I had left if it at least. It wasn't short but it went up to my shoulders. I held onto it like it was the only thing I had left as I let out another body shaking sob. I moved my hand from my hair to my wrist and dug my nails into my veins. Just then the bell rang for first period which I didn't have with Dallon. Oh joy, I was a mess too. I fixed myself the best I could and walked to my first period woth my head down.