Sticks and Stones

Difficult

Laying in the darkness of my room makes my mood worse than it already is.

Why was I so selfish talking to Oort like that.

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed. I felt horrible. If I could turn back time I would take all those words back. I don't deserve Oort he's too nice. And I'm just horrible.

My mom sits at the table, a cup of tea steaming in front of her. I sit down across from her.

Brushing strands of hair from my eyes I glance down at her hands wrapped around the mug. Her knuckles irritated and slowly bruising. I look up at her face and back at her hands.

"Mum what did you do to your hands?" I squeaked grabbing her hands concerned. Dragging a finger across the swollen blue and purple marks she flinched as I gave her an apologetic look. Taking them from my hands she hid them under the table smiling at me.

"It's nothing don't worry about it okay sweety?" She reassured standing up moving to the stove.

"You want some tea?" She asked as I frowned knowing she wasn't telling me the truth.

"Mom what aren't you telling me?" I stood walking towards her putting my hand on her arm. She looked at me surprised.

"Nothing.. Just don't worry about it." She said avoiding my concern. I turned away from her beginning to walk back to my room.

What else could I do? I'm just a screwup. A useless, good-for-nothing, selfish defect. I stand in front of my room wall my anger boiling until I can't handle it anymore.

My fist collides with the drywall and a shot of pain runs up my arm. Tears prick my eyes I try to wipe them away my glasses getting in my way. I rip them off my face throwing them onto my bed. I punch the wall again the pain not as bad as the first time. I could feel the bruises forming and I hit the wall a few more times on the same hand then the other.

People are just going to see you as an attention whore. Hurting yourself you aren't even having any real problems.

I flop on my bed, my face in my shaking hands. I rest on my back looking up at the ceiling the glow-in-the-dark painted stars from when I was little still scattered through the darkness. As I drift asleep my hands on my stomach I begin dreaming.

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"Oort!" I cried looking up at him his face cast shadows across his face making him look sinister.

I attempted to stand up my legs and arms too heavy to lift.

"I-l can't. I'm sorry!!" I scream tugging at the weight of my limps. My mom, dad, Dustin, Fisher and different teachers eyes completely white stare at me.

Hot tears run down my face.

"Am I not good enough for you?!?!" Oort's voice echoed his figure cracking like glass.

"Don't worry about it sweety." My mom smiled, as she began to crack the same as Oort.

"Wasd come here." My dad's voice boomed making me flinch.

"Hey Wasd, you clod." Dustin and Fisher both said at once laughing hysterically.

"Wasd we're disappointed how your grades are looking at the moment pl–lease work harder." Their voices glitched slowing down like a melting record.

"Clod, clod, clod, clod, clod, clod, clod." They all chanted speeding up towards the end. 

"STOP!!" I cried and everything froze. The weight was lifted off my limps allowing me to stand. I walked towards Oort his face calm, the cracks spiderwebbing across it. His hand touches my chin, cold and smooth like glass.

He pulled my face towards his. Cold breath on my face only inches away from our lips touching.

Smash.

Oort statters to pieces. I gasp kneeling down as all the others smashed like Oort. Sharp shards of glass scattered around me.

I awake from my dream feeling worse than when I fell asleep. I shake it off and begin to get ready for school. I just hope it's better at school.

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Ey sorry it's a shorter chapter. Kinda feeling bummed from Sharp-eye 's story "Band-AIDS on bruises" check it out it's really good >v<.
I'll try writing another chapter today since this one was so short. Bye!