Tiny Little Needles

Chapter 5

Alyssa's POV, 2:40 pm.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror at my burgundy coloured hair, I fixed it to make it more fluffy but straight at the same time. My eyeliner was sort of screwed up at the sides near my nose so I decided to fix it. I usually wore a thick line of eyeliner to make my eyes stand out which made them look big. I took the black eyeliner pencil from my pocket and opened the cap, luckily it was still sharp. I stepped closer to the mirror and applied it then stepped back as a few more girls stepped into the washroom, all talking in that annoying preppy voice that'd you expect any slutty girl to use. I was about to take cover in the bathroom stall when they all came over to the mirror, shoving me out of their way.

"Oh, sorry boo!" One on them, who's name is Arianna, apologized but stopped herself from saying anything else when she saw it was me.

"Oh, look who decided to join us," she turned around, her three other clones followed their leader.

"Oh, it's, its... Ugh what's your name?" One of the clones, Riley, questioned, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her long painted white finger nail.

"Isn't it Alice?" One of the others, Marianne asked.

"Nice try," I snorted annoyed and tried to walk away when Riley grabbed my arm, jabbing her nails into my arm like a fucking werewolf.

"Hold on sweet cakes, we're not done talking to you," she pulled me near them again.

"Honestly, just leave me alone!" I argued and tried to shake her arm away, but it stayed there, as if it was glued in place.

"No why? We care about you."

What??? In the fuck??? Since when did these fucking plastic Barbie dolls care about me. All they care about is themselves, their guy friends, their bodies, and their social life! Since when did I- a total outcast- ever pop up in one of their thoughts.

"Yeah! Come on, you can tell us anything!" Arianna pleaded, nodding towards my hands. I automatically knew what they were trying to get it.

"So... When was the last time you, ya know?" Bella finally spoke.

"What?" I played dumb even though I knew exactly what they were asking.

"Cut yourself?" Arianna asked in a small, hushed voice.

"How 'bout you fucking worry about yourself. Since that seems to be the only thing you worry about!" I shot.

"Um, we're trying to help?!?" Said Marianne.

"Whatever," I shook her grasp off my arm and marched the fuck outta there.

I was fuming now. Everyone from my elementary school who went to this high school knows that I cut myself. In fact they've known since like the eighth grade and haven't gotten over the fucking fact that I do. Also in fact, I was one full month clean, which is a high score for me. Even though I had the immense crave to slide the blade across my flesh sometimes, I didn't do it. My friends give me more of the strength than I will ever have to fight the urge. And I can't fucking fathom why people who honestly don't give a fuck about me care! Like your not my friend, why would I tell you shit? Even if I did tell you, you'd go off telling every fucking person who you know. Honestly just leave me the fuck alone and don't fucking talk to me unless you want to have your teeth knocked outta your fucking skull.

Too dark?

I stomped over to my locker and spun the lock combination fast and took my shit out that I needed for music. I glanced over my shoulder at the line in front of the music room and made my way over just in time. Stepping into the classroom was probably the best feeling ever. The fact that I could peacefully place my guitar without having anyone to bother me just made me feel good. Even if I was in a shit mood now, that's all I needed, just a little strumming to calm the thoughts.