Secrets are meant to be told

Secrets

I walk down the hallway, everyone stares, laughs, or points. Not like I should care anymore, or more I should be used to this,why, why does it still hurt. People seem to like to strike other people down, but why. "Hey freak!" I turn around to see something heading straight toward my face, I shut my eyes and brace for impact. But it never came. I slowly open my eyes and see someone in front of me. "Dude not cool." He throws what I now see to be a baseball at another athlete. "Don't throw things at people,unless you're on the mound." He looks back over at me. "Hey are you alright, that almost hit you?" I stay quiet for a few seconds. "Why do you care? Why did you help me?" He gives a warm smile "Well, because I could help you and because I want to know." My gaze shifts from him, to the floor, and to my feet. "Liar" I mumble and walk away as the bell rings for class. Did he really care? Gah shut it brain, you know he didn't. I sit down in my desk, science class, boring. The teacher rambles on about something that I really don't care about, not like I'm ever gonna use science in the future. The teacher suddenly slams her hands on my desk. "Pay attention!" I jump slightly "What, I am paying attention." She glares at me "Really,then what was the last thing I said?" I stay quiet "Pay attention?" I said quietly, the whole class starts laughing. She glares more intensely then before and hands me a slip. "Principals office" she said and continues teaching. Well dammit, I walk to the principals office, I bump into someone on the way there." Watch where you're going freak!" He pushes me to the floor and walks away. I get up and continue walking, I reached the office and sat outside the door until I got called in."Child what has gotten into you? You're normally such a good student." I look around, seems to be a habit of mine, I was taught growing up not to make eye contact. "I don't know." He seems sympathetic and worried "Child is something going on?" I look down "No" He doesn't seem convinced, but since this isn't an interrogation he sends me back to class. As I walk the bell rings, which means all of the kids come piling into the hallway, and that also means I failed to move to my next class without being seen by many people. I walk quickly and with my head down, but that didn't work. "Hey freak, where do you think you're going?" I look around to see some guy I hardly ever see, let alone talk too." I'm going to class." He walks towards me. "Are you sure about that? Or are you going to cry to your little boyfriend to protect you all over again?" He smirks and I get confused. "What boyfriend?" He grins and keeps walking towards me until I'm against the wall." They guy this morning, I can tell he's into you." I suddenly feel numb. Does he actually like me? That's a stupid question of course he doesn't. "I have no idea what you mean." I mumble and push him and practically sprint to class, as to avoid him coming after me again. I sit down in my usual seat, stereotypical back of the class. It was art class which is a class I enjoyed a bit more then the others because I could just draw and escape reality, but today I felt miserable, what was my brain thinking? My heart is screaming,get a grip, unless you're looking for more pain in your life. After a while classes end and it's time for lunch. I get up, pick up by packed lunch, and head outside by the woods. It was peaceful here, I would sit by the woods edge and just draw the landscape in front of me, nothing ever seemed to go wrong. I started to eat and then heard someone." Hey girl." I look over, that voice why do I not want to-"It's me from earlier." He stated, oh this guy. He immediately runs over and sits next to me. "So I kinda wanted to talk to you." "About what" "Well you get picked on a lot and, well I wanted to know if you needed someone to talk to?" I felt my heart skip a beat, heh someone pretends to care."No, nobody will listen, and nobody will care, there's no point." "I'll listen" I look at him, is this dude serious. "*sigh* Fine what do you want to know?" He smiled "Well I want to know, do you have a stable family life?" I stayed quiet "Oh gosh I'm sorry that was a very rash question and a very per-" "No my family is unstable." I stated coldly, I was surprised at my tone actually, it wasn't like me to just sound cold I usually sound laced with sarcasm. "Oh ok, well also if uhh you have anything you wanna get off your chest, cause your secrets are safe with me." "Fine I guess it all started when I was four, my mother began to get depressed and would drink, a lot. My father, he's a cruel man, he is one of swift and severe punishment. All they ever do is fight, and when I try to break it up, the conversation turns into how I was the reason they were fighting. The reason they hate each other, the reason they don't get along, the reason why they can't be happy. I was born wishing to die, and I live hoping to fall into the beauty of despair, and I sleep in the hopes of never waking up. People see me as the toughest person they've ever met, what I went through they could never do, but I'm only human. I need love, I need someone or something that just depends on me, something that needs me there. All my life all I've ever wanted was to be cared about...is that so bad?" I look over at this jock and he's...crying? He suddenly pulls me close to him and just cries, I don't stop him. He does this for about seven minutes before regaining his composure. I feel better, wow a lot better actually."Now these are our secrets, ok?" He nods quickly like how a child would. "Yes these are secrets." He smiles and to my surprise...I smile back.