Praying for you

"Ateam"

"Class, welcome our new student, Perri Nicole" my teacher Ms.Sinclair announced. I tucked a strand of my dark chestnut hair and tried to disappear. Of course everyone remembered me, the girl in elementary who had a meltdown. I was in kindergarten at that time. "Miss Nicole, The student body president will be showing you around. Harry? Are you present?!" She said looking for the boy she called through her thick horn-rimmed glasses. "Here!" A dark curly haired boy said with thick glasses. "Okay, show.." "Perri" "Ah, yes dear! I forgot Miss Nicole, sorry. Show her around the school" she finished. I took in his features, bright green luscious eyes, Dark framed glasses, a Abercrombie t-shirt, and jeans with converse sneakers to top it off. He seemed like a cross between a nerd and a jock, how lovely. "Hi, I'm Perri" I fake smiled, holding out my hand. "I like your ombré hair, it brings out your eyes" he said awkwardly pointing to my almost white/blue tips. "Thanks?" I questioned, kind of confused. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked me. This boy really doesn't know who I am. I guess I could use some friends, considering I've had none for the past 16 years. "Sure" I casually said, as we walked out of the classroom together with permission from Ms.Sinclair. "Uhm, I'm not Harry.."he said, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Really?" I asked, pondering if he had multiple personality disorder. Forgive me for thinking that, but I grew up in a mental institute okay?!? Cut me some slack, I'm not used to talking to "normal" people. "I'm Marcel" he grinned. "Okay?" I told him, not caring about the difference. 'At least he can tell the difference between reality and insanity' my conscious said. I pressed on my wrists, where there were some wet slashes from earlier. The pain blocked the voices out. "Harry's over there" pointing to the boy who looked exactly like him. Except this boy was...praying? "Uhm Harry?" Marcel asked tapping his brother's shoulder. "Amen" Harry said getting up from his "Mary the mother of Jesus" position. I looked at him, he was wearing a plaid shirt, unbuttoned, scruffy jeans and a pair of vans. "Harry and I are twins, except he doesn't wear glasses, that's how people tell the difference"Marcel said pointing to his glasses. "You must be Perri" Harry said, stretching out his arm. It was pink, and fleshy, not cut up and bloody like mines were. Blood was dripping from my forearm to my hand. I quickly pulled my hand away as if it had been on fire previously. "Alrighty then" Harry said swooping his hand to scratch the back of his neck". I felt sorry because I felt like I made a bad first impression. 'Go jump off a bridge' my conscious told me. "STOP IT. STOP!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty hallways. "Are you okay love?" Marcel asked. Harry had a knowing expression in his face. I was embarrassed by doing that. I thought Aunt Clarice said it'd get better. "So here's the locker-rooms" Harry said, pointing to some big baby blue lockers with fake team spirit crap plastered all over them. A bunch of stickers saying "Go cougars!" were on the walls. I just wanted to go home. I didn't pay attention to anything because I tried to stay sane. When I was a normal girl, I played tea party with my aunt and my pet Opee. Opee was a little ball of snow, his tail wagging and tongue lolling out of car windows. He loved to play, he was just a puppy when I last saw him. Opee died while I was away in get better or stay here forever clinic. He left behind two pups though. They're 2 both of them. Nate and Nat, the two half utonagan, half Maltese. "And we're done for today!" Marcel excitedly said as Harry and him led me out. " We don't have school for a month since it's going to be renovated this month of december" Marcel told me. "Here's our numbers, call us if anything" Harry said giving me a piece of paper with two separate numbers. "Good thing thanksgiving is Saturday" Marcel told me. I didn't even know, I had been locked away from the world for so long, I had forgotten about holidays. They didn't know I just came out of rehabilitation last week! "You can come over out house if you need anything okay?" Harry said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. I pulled out my IPhone and plugged Harry and Marcel into my contacts. I only had suicide hotlines, Aunt Clari, and now my first two friends. I smiled at myself, as I walked home. The voices couldn't get me now. For I had finally felt like myself, and not the girl with scars, bruises, and a unhealthy mind that hides behind my happy mask. The girl would soon crawl out, and take control of her body once again. Banishing the happy monster to the depths of hell.