The Goth Boy

Chapter 3

 The Goth Boy

Chapter 3

My heart stopped as my eyes met those of Cole Montgomery's. He looked startled to see me but replaced it with a taunting, amused look. My heart dropped to my stomach while my tummy made knots at the same time. I dropped the eye contact and wiped my tear stained cheeks with my black shirt.

Why wasn't Michelle here yet? If she was here, I wouldn't have nmade a complete fool of myself in front of Cole. Now he probably just thought I was a wimp, well he already thought I was wimp. Otherwise he wouldn't pound me in the stomach everyday. 

"Poor Shane," Cole snickered his eyes challenging me. I hid my face giving in to his insults. What was so different about me?

"Shane!" someone yelled. I snapped my head towards the caller of my name  sighing in relief seeing Michelle speed walking into guidance. Her black heels clicked against the dirty floor, she had a coffee in one hand and a stuffed bag in the other.

"I'm sorry Shane, You wanna come talk?" She asked with a bright smile on her face despite the look on mine. I nodded following her into her office I knew too well. I came here at least once a day, crying my eyes out.

You'd think I'd run out of tears but nope, there still at full speed. It was true, I was just a big baby who was over sensitive. 

I haven't said much to her but she helps me a lot. She was always there for me even though she had no clue what was wrong with me.

Well everyone knew about the bullying, but not home. No one knew about my home. I slumped down onto the big comfy chair that should have my name burned into it from how much I sat in it.

The room was painted a light brown which warmed it up. In the middle was a huge, dark oak desk in which Michele sat at. She had a laptop and picture frames all over.

She had wooden floors and a giant window covered by blinds. Around the room were plants and encouraging posters.

The one that said "Don't be afraid to be different" was my favorite. It had a boy with a rainbow Mohawk with facial piercings. I've always wanted a Mohawk but mom wouldn't let me so I stuck with the long hair.

Next to where I sat was a chair on each side. I call those the parent chairs. I shivered at the thought of my mom and step dad sitting in those. Once I made myself comfortable she spoke.

"What's on your mind right now?" she asked getting out a pen ready to drop down some notes.

What's on my mind? Hmm let's see. The fact that my biggest crush was standing out there waiting for me to come out to knock me out senseless.

"Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared would anybody notice. I have barely any friends. I have no one to talk to, no one to count on. All I want to do is cry and half the time I don't even know why. Nobody understands me, nobody knows how much pain I'm actually hiding. I just don't belong here." I blurt out letting a few tears drop.

"This isn't the life I want to live. You're supposed to enjoy your teenage years while they last because you can never get them back." I whispered just loud enough so she could hear.

She jotted down a few things before looking back up to me.

"Listen to me Shane, I know life is hard. But it won't always be like this. I know you've been knocked down so many times you just don't have the energy to get back up. I know you think when you cry that it means your weak but it doesn't. Everybody cry's Shane, everyone. You just have to get back up and prove everyone else wrong." Her words helped, but not enough,