I woke up with tear stains trailing down my cheeks and a tear littered pillow. I pushed myself up and into the bathroom to get ready for a hell hole called school. The image staring back at me in the mirror was taunting.
Pale, hollow cheeks, dead, empty hazel eyes, bones poking through my ripped clothing, scars parading across my wrists, stomach, and thighs. I worked so hard to become skinnier, yet people still call me a worthless fat fag, so there's still much work to be done.
I sighed and pulled on a black over sized sweater , grey skinny jeans, and my red vans. I combed my naturally straight brown hair to the side and grabbed my backpack. I ran past my snoring father passed out on the floor by his room with a beer bottle in his hand spilling onto the floor and jumped down the steps, flinging the door open and slamming the door to my abusive, depressing house.
The rain pattered on the sidewalk and quickly turned into a pounding down pour as I sprinted as fast as my weak body could take me.
On my way inside, I stopped to see a boy with a cigarette in hand, blowing rings of smoke out of his mouth leaning against the wall with his raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. He effortlessly sweeped his his hair out of the way and looked up to catch my gaze, as I stood there like a lunatic for a few seconds, until he cheesily winked at me and I came back to my senses, walking into the school's doors.
Stupid me, why would anyone like you? He can't be gay anyway, it's impossible. Get over it and continue with your life. Nobody will ever love you.
I put my head down and trudged through the hallway as inslts were thrown at me.
"Queer!"
"Emo!"
"Loser!"
"Fag!"
"Bitch!"
"Go kill yourself!"
They were true, they were all true. Why don't I just kill myself? Life isn't worth it. Maybe one day I can gather enough courage to actually end this.
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I walked into english class and sat in the back corner and looked down at my hands, waiting for everyone to pile in.
After the bell rang, somebody came in. I heard my teacher's over peppy voice exclaim, "Oh welcome! You must be new, sit where ever you want!"
And of course, it was that guy who was smoking, looking right into my eyes as he sat down next to me.
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