Hurt by the lips of a liar

Chapter 2

Cars drive me by very fast and some kids on bicycles pass me as well. I kick away a stone that is lying in my path and it rolls away from me, almost hitting a car. I run away fast, hurting myself as my backpack jumps up and down my back. I finally reach the corner, where I can walk normally again. I grab my phone to check the time…

‘8:20 am’… “Shit, only 5 more minutes before the bell rings!” I say to myself, running again. My backpack touches my scars on the back, every time my feet move forward to run. It hurts, but I must not be late, or my mom will personally kill me.

As I arrive at school a few minutes later, the bell rings. ‘Good, I am still on time’ I think to myself and I walk towards a huge building that is my school.

I walk to Spanish class, which is my first period. I’m having biology next, which I am not really looking forward to because we’re going to have a test. I walk up the stairs and rush to the Spanish classroom. As I stand in the door opening, the classroom is empty. I hold the Spanish book I just pulled out my backpack, in my hands and I stand there, confused.

‘Where is everybody?’ I think, looking around me. I search for any signs of my class, but find nothing. I walk to the reception, checking my phone again. It’s 8:35 am and my class is nowhere to be found.

“Eh… excuse me ma’am” I say, trying to get the lady’s attention.

“Yes, dear” she says, looking at me friendly with her glasses halfway down her nose.

“Do you know where my class is?” I say, telling her in which class I am.

“Didn’t you know, dear?” the lady asks me, giving me a questioning look.

“Know what?” I say, a bit confused.

“Your first period is cancelled, because your teacher is sick”

I feel furious. Why did my class do this to me? Oh yeah… that’s right, because they hate me. Everybody hates me. I sigh and I walk away from the friendly lady, standing behind her counter. I rush to the toilet, where I close the door and cry. My eyes hurt from the tears that come out of it and my throat is a bit swollen. I grab my bag, opening a side of it. It shows me something shiny and silver as I open it: my blade.

I have been staring at that piece of silver for a while now, as I finally make a decision. I know that I shouldn't cut and I was actually proud of myself that I stopped doing it, but I need it. Now.  My hand reaches for it and holds it in its tight grip. The blade makes its way to my wrist and presses it softly. Suddenly, the door slams open.

I hear laughter and soon after that, I hear someone talk.

“Oh my god! What we did was just brilliant!” the girl says. I recognise that voice and I am a 100% sure that it’s Alexandra, a.k.a. my hater. She hates me and assuming the “we” in her sentence, she is not alone. Probably one of her best friends, or as she calls them: ‘sisters’.

I am right. I hear someone speak and I just know that it’s Ava.

“Oh my god, I know! I hope she was here like, super early and like totally crying right now!” my heart stands still. Are they talking about me?

My eyes fill themselves with tears as I slowly press the blade into my skin. Without thinking about it, I start crying. A lot. It’s quiet and the only thing you can hear is me sobbing.  Suddenly, my door that I forgot to lock, opens.

“Hi there, faggot!”