It's Called Surviving UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chpt 4: The Blue Locker

🎶 Don't lose who you are🎶
🎶 In the blur of the stars🎶

          
I breathed in the fresh air before hopping off the bus. As usual, I watched it as it slowly disappeared from my view. I looked at my wrist to see that it was 8:25. I jogged up to the school doors and down the halls. Surprisingly when I arrived nearer to my locker I saw a bunch of students there.

I walked through the crowd which was circulated around my locker. Breaking through people to see what was catching everyone's attention; it was Tiffany and those snotty cheerleaders but it was not Tiffany who caught my attention it was the pictures that were stuck up on my locker.

On the blue metal locker, there were pictures of Friday night's incident. There was a picture of me naked trying to cover my body parts and others of people laughing at me as I ran away.

'What a slut,' She's so fat. Eww, she's so ugly even when she's naked' was just some of the nasty comments I heard from the audience Tiffany and her gang attracted. Saying that I was embarrassed was not the word that could express my feelings right now.

So, I did the one and only thing that crosses my mind at that moment; run. I pushed through the people I called my schoolmates hearing they're annoying laughter. I rushed through the hall to the corridor.

The pictures and they're laughter on repeat. I finally arrived at the school front gates and took my path to my house. I stop and looked up to see gray clouds covering the blue skies and soon raindrops were falling unto my clothing and bare skin.

"Thank you, mother nature for raining on my big parade! I really appreciate it!" I sarcastically scream to the person up there. I angrily continued walking to my house stomping my feet on the sidewalk with every step.

Soon enough I reach my street giving me the courage to walk even faster. I walked up the pebbled path to my house and unlocked the front door. I slammed the door shut once I was inside and collapsed on the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest and quietly began to sob.

How could they do that to me? Why would they do this to me? What did I ever to them? Were the three questions that rushed through my head.

"I am so stupid! I know that girls like that don't hang out with people like me. What was I thinking to believe that someone would notice me, that someone would be nice enough be my friend? Ugh, I hate my life!" I quarrel with myself.

Ding! My phone sounded notifying me that I had a new message. Who would text me during school hours? I thought to myself before opening my bag and searching for my phone. When I finally found my phone, I pressed the power button to see the user of the message but what I saw just crushed me even more.

Unknown: Oh, did the little slut run away to her mummy.

Then my phone vibrated again indicating that I had another message.

Unknown: God you're just a waste of breath! Why don't just kill yourself!!!!

My phone began vibrating over and over as messages after messages came through.

Unknown: Why don't you just die you fucking bitch!!!!!!

Unknown: Go kill your yourself!

Unknown: You don't deserve to live.

More and more message came in making my phone light up uncontrollably. Not able to hear what people had to say about me I placed my phone back in my bag and left it there.

I can't do this anymore. I can't help to see myself in this fucked up world anymore. No one loves me! Everyone hates me! I guess it's true what they say I'm just a waste of breath...

I got up slowly, feeling lifeless and worthless. I walked to the kitchen and opened the kitchen drawers. I searched for the sharpest knife and picked it up and went to my room. I walked to my bathroom and looked into the mirror.

The pictures that were stuck up to my locker, the texts I received, the whispers from everyone in the hallway, the event of Friday, they laugh it all taunted me slowly driving me insane.

"Ugh!" I shout slamming the knife into the sink. "I can't take it anymore!" Was the last the thing I uttered before bringing up the knife to my wrist, cutting it open. The painful sting made me an ear bleeding scream. In that moment, everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

I sliced my arm then my other repeatedly. The pain I felt seemed to numb the emotional pain I was going through. I watch as blood began dripping from my arms and into the sink. I clumsily staggered back to my room falling halfway along the way.

"Madison! Madison! Oh, my God Madison what happen?" Was the last thing I heard before my vision became darker and everything went black.

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