Love in Hell

Chapter 1

     Today was a day like any other.  Wake up, get dressed, somehow force myself to get out of the door to go to school, have overwhelming depression and bullying flood my school day, come home, feel awful about my existence, go to bed, and then do it all over again.
    
     At 7:15 am I arrive at the gates of hell, aka school. I try to walk as fast as I can through the semi crowded hallways to get to my locker. Two more to go I think to my self as I hurry past the locker bays. Next think I know the trash can, my books, and myself are on the floor three lockers away from mine.

     "Watch where you're going, loser." Someone snickers as the walk around the corner of the bay. I scurry to pick my books up and to get off the floor. Get up Em, you're making yourself weaker by staying on the dammed floor!

     Band was my first class, my safe haven, the one class where I did not feel the overwhelming need to light myself on fire after 3 minutes. Walking up the stairs to the band lockers I pass my friend Jen who gives me a genuine bubbly Jen like smile. I find my locker and grab out my trumpet and music folder. As if I wasn't already the biggest nerd in the school I happen to also be first chair in the symphonic band. Another reason for my unnecessary hatred experienced throughout the school day.

     The rest of the day up until lunch pretty much goes like this; get to class, get stuff thrown at me, leave class, get thrown around in the halls, and then it repeats itself.  Lunch by far was the worst part of the day. My only two friends Jen and Matt didn't have the same lunch at me so I was a one man army trying to tackle the social anxiety and harassment of the people who had 5th period lunch as well. Most days I will try to go to the band room to eat, but only ever like twice a week is it open for me to go in there to avoid everyone else. So I sit at the back table and play on my phone for 45 minutes, trying to go as unnoticed as humanly possible.

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     The last class of the day; science. I hate this class. I love the subject, just hate the dumbass people in the class with me.

    "Okay class, settle down," my teacher Mr.Robinson says in attempt to shut up the gossiping cheerleader and the jocks making stupid that's what she said jokes every other second, "today you will be doing an I class worksheet and tomorrow I will be giving you your partner assignments for the semester project."

     "Hum, will um, will we be able to work alone?" I carefully ask, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. 

     "That is a very good question Emma, but no. Seeing as last time I let you guys pick your partners, only a few of you actually completed the assigned project, I have taken the time to pair you up with who I think will work best to complete the work in whole." Damn, I hate working with other people.

     When the final bell rang to go home, I practically run out of my class to my locker. Of course with my luck though, my locker jams and I spend more time than preferred in the locker bay.

     "Sup band geek." Someone spits in my ear before I am pushed into the locker behind me. As always it's the same three soccer players and their three bimbo hoe girl friends.

     "Play us a song freak shit!" One of the bimbos screeches before pushing me onto the floor. One of the jocks kicks my dropped books across the locker bay and they walk away laughing, seeming satisfied. As I make my way up getting off the floor, I notice someone at the end of the locker bay staring at me. A tall, dark mysterious man. Dark pushed back hair, olive skin, dark clothes topped with a jet black leather jacket. Our eyes meet briefly before he shakes his head and walks away. Just another bystander.

     Going home isn't much better than being at school. I live with my mom and my younger sister. My mother isn't much of a motherly figure other than the fact that she buys food, provides a place to stay and cooks occasionally. My younger sister Celine, is 16, two years younger than I, is just like the people a school. Throws stuff at my, shouts at me, all that business.

     I walk into my house and sneak into my room hoping that I made it home before my sister and I go unnoticed by my mother. My room is the only semi-safe spot in the house for me. I have my own bathroom attached and i can lock both doors. Other than that it's an open war field  here.

     I throw all of my school stuff onto the desk in my room, take my shoes off and start on my mounds of homework. Suddenly my phone vibrates. Other than the rare occasion that Jen or Matt had texted me, my phone never goes off.

New message from: BLOCKED
     KILL YOURSELF, STUPID NERD

     As awful as they are, this ain't the first time I've got messages like this. And every time I contemplate whether or not to follow through.