He wore a hoodie that was at least two sizes too big, so he could partially hide the scars on his face. He skulked in the shadows so that he didn't have to hear their mean words and see their intimidating glares when they took a good look at him.
No-one talked to him, and if anyone cared for him, they didn't show it. He had been labeled as a creep, a freak, a weirdo, and much worse, so nobody dared to go near him willingly. They wouldn't do anything that put their glorious reputation at risk.
He felt bitter towards his narrow-minded peers, but he also longed to have what they have. A sense of belonging. But that would never happen. It seemed to him that he would never belong anywhere, except the garbage heap for rejects and outcasts, maybe.
The one time he had tried to make contact with another person had been his ultimate downfall. Oh, she had been beautiful, so beautiful that for a moment he thought that an angel was standing in front of him. However, it was no angel, it was just a girl. She might have been an angel, though, considering how their fellow students treated her. She had never been rejected or shunned. Everyone acted like they loved her, and many young students aspired to please her and catch her attention.
One day, by a strange and cruel twist of fate, the Creep and the Angel found themselves face to face. For a moment, a glimmer of hope flashed in his chest. Maybe she would notice him now. She had to talk to him at least, to apologise for crashing into him.
But she didn't. She just pulled away from him, gave him a look that was usually reserved for a squashed bug on a windshield, and sauntered away. Somewhere in the distance, he heard one of her friends telling him to "Watch your step, Creep," as all his hopes, dreams and fantasies came crashing down on him like an emotional avalanche.
He took a deep breath and told himself to keep it together. He would never let anyone see him cry. With his scarred face set in a neutral expression, he simply marched out of the gates. He never came back. He would never have belonged there, anyway.
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Short Stories Based On Songs
القصة القصيرةIn which I write short stories, each story inspired by a single song, which will be indicated in the title of the chapter. Each chapter is one story, which have absolutely no relation to each other and can be read seperately. Don't hesitate to comme...
