WARNING
There are references to bullying and some sensitive content in this chapter so it may not be ok for everyone to read.
I don't believe in angels.
If they existed, I wouldn't be in this position; crying into the piece of crumpled tissue that I desperately pulled off the rack to stop my sobs.
I wouldn't be sat in the girls bathroom crying because of all the nasty shit everyone is thinking about me.
I wouldn't be thinking the world would be okay without me.
When people think of having the capacity to hear every single thought a persons thinking, it's sugarcoated to be a 'dream come true'. But if you can hear people's thoughts telling you to kill yourself because your a retarded piece of shit, is that dream like?
I nibbled at my nails nervously; I know I probably have to go back to class. Back to my own personal hell. I mean I can just tell the teachers " Sorry sir I can't go back there, I can hear the boy beside me thinking I should die!"
Maybe I don't have to.
I could run and face the eternal wrath of my drunken mother who would beat my ass into eternity.
I could keep running. Never turn back. Leave my mother, sisters and brothers to fend for themselves. I could go into hiding, move to another state.
Anything except stay here.
I wait until the bathroom clears of gossiping girls and die hard selfie queens who only have a soul on social media. I slowly creaked open the cubicle door and peered out, checking to make sure that no one would see me leave.
I caught a glimpse of my masacara caked face that resembled a Halloween Harley Quinn look, only in matte black. It bore back at me in self hatred. The sight of my face forced tears out of my already red swollen eyes.
I hurried out of the girls bathroom at a slowed pace to insure that I was unheard by anyone in class.
I had two options:
Take the backdoor out and walk past the classroom I came crying out of.
Or take the side exit, but walk past the old bitchy hag of a principal, Mrs Grunchlin.
Well, thank fuck for indecisiveness.
I thought fuck it and decided upon going past Mrs Grunchlin's office because I realised that it would be the end of the day before I decided and my fucking escape plan would be non existent.
My paces became quiet as I attempted to scuttle past the main office where Mrs Grunchlin is. My breathing was quickening by the second as the adrenaline rushed around my body like a formula one car on crack. I felt like if I kept breathing like this she would come out and drag my ass to afterschool detention.
I gloated gingerly over the door frame of the office to check if she was in their.
Her ugly ass was turned around from the door, too busy on the phone to another teacher discussing the newest bratty child of this asylum of a school.
The exit door was literally beside the office door. All I had to do was walk across the doorway without being seen by her or any other teacher.
