New 'No more Cutting'

Prologue

A dimly lit room. Cold stone walls covered in mold. Rust covered iron bars. No escape.

This is what everyone would think of when someone says 'prison'. Not for someone like me though. No my prison is my mind. People have always put me down and I always think the worst. 

My name is Y/n. I wont lie I'm depressed and I hate my life. Simple as that. I walked quietly through the hallways of my high school. I got the occasional push or shove but I didn't car. My gaze never left the floor as I waded through the endless bodies of students. Once I got to my locker I slowly lifted my hand to unlock it. 

I fiddled with it for a minute before I could open it. Upon opening it I sighed and gently put my books into it. I got out a note book and some pens and put them in my pocket. With a blank face I lifted my hand to close the locker when I looked back to the inside of it. There were pictures of my family taped there. A picture of my grandma, my brother, and my dad. When these pictures were taken we were actually a happy family. 

Until the accident. 

About a year and a half ago we were on our way home from a vacation. It was my birthday.  My mom and dad sat in the front, my brother on the far left in the back, grandma in the middle. and myself on the far right. I was staring out the window as we were driving over a bridge. It was dark outside so almost everyone was asleep except for me, dad and my brother.

I quickly looked over everyone in the car and smiled. I had the best family ever. I looked through the front window and saw an eighteen wheeler in the opposite lane a few cars ahead of us. I looked back at my dad and everyone else for a split second when I heard the screeching of tires. I screamed look out and my dad swerved us out of the way of the eighteen wheeler. Not having enough shoulder on the road we went over the edge of the bridge.

We went into the water and we started to panic. Grandma didn't wake up so I tried to hold her head up out of the water as it spilled into the car as I fiddled with my seat belt. I finally got it undone and ripped it off. I looked around the car for everyone. Dad was knocked out and my brother was stuck with his seat belt struggling to breathe. I didn't know what to do. 

I tried to hold grandma up and undo my brothers seat belt when I was suddenly pulled out of the car along with my mom. I blacked out after that and woke up in the hospital. My grandma, my brother, and my father all died. All because of some drunk piece of shit.

I quickly shut my locker trying not to cry again. I walked towards my class seeing the usual. Cathryn the whore (and bitch if you ask me) of the school making out with her boyfriend.  People chatting idly by the lockers some even sparing me a glance of disgust. I got into my class room and sat down in the second to last seat in the corner. I sat there so i had an empty seat behind me one and beside me. 

I placed my note book on the desk and got out a pencil and started writing the notes on the board. As the other kids filed in the class room I glanced at the people coming in. Some of them looked at me and laughed to their friends about me some just gave a look of hate. I moved a piece of hair from my face and looked back to my paper. The bell rang and the teacher came in. 

"Ahem! Alright settle down class! OK we have a new student today. Alright you can come in now Brandon." she said motioning towards the door.

And then I saw him.