You Just Thought

Chapter 1

Diana's Pov

Life, it's always unfair isn't it? Society is shit, home is the definition of hell, and school, don't even get me started with that.

For a student like me, school probably is the worst place in the world. Home only took place in the second. If it's even called that.

I understand that no one really understand suicidal people unless you're a suicidal yourself, but bully them? I would never get that. I mean, does that make you feel good inside? Does that make you feel superior? Does it do any good to the both of you? No, right? It's just feel empty.

Anyway, before I get off topic, I'm at the library. Not that I read here, but it's one place that's quiet and I'm comfortable in. Not to mention I'm safe because no one would bully me. Obviously, because we can't make a sound here or else the librarian is gonna literally throw us outside.

Oh and I'm Diana. Diana Olivia Pearl. My bullies call me Dope. By family calls me Die. Friends? Is that a word? Just kidding. I don't have any friends.

Why does a person who's suicidal always have no friends, you might ask. Well, there's a rich history about that. I'm just kidding. In fact, the only reason why we don't have friends is because most people think we're a weirdo and just plain dumb. Sometimes I began to think they're right. But of course, most suicidal people isn't dumb because suicide is serious and we know that yet we still do it because we want to.

Okay, I'm getting off topic again. Anyway, I put on my earphones and played some songs. Unlike most suicidal people who always listen to depressing songs, I love to listen to punk rock and some picked pop songs. Not heavy metal though, I'll admit it's good but my ears hurt after listening to some of it and I never listened to it again.

I played Basket Case by Green day and pulled my bag to my lap. I hugged the bag and felt it hugging me back, or I imagined it do. It's weird I know, but I don't care about what other people say anymore. After what they did. And I'm not gonna tell it because I'm too lazy.

After an hour in the library, I stood up and went to the tree beside the library and sit against it. The same routine I always do. Math time, I'm in the library, Algebra, I'm in the tree. I hate those subjects because the teachers there loves to embarrass students, and that's why I'm always absent in that subjects and even if I went there, they wouldn't notice me or they'll call me up to answer some equations I can't even read, so it's not good either way.

Since it's quiet here, I can hear everything and I heard some footsteps approaching. So I immediately ran towards the bushes and pulled the bush (a fake bush that I made from fake leaves and glued them together)  over my head.

"Dopey? Where are you? Doopppee!" I heard one of my bullies yelled.

Sometimes I wonder how they always find me. Did they put some chip in me and they have some kind of tracker? Or simply they're snakes and they can sense me?

Oh well.

Then someone grabbed me by my bag and threw me to the grass. I look up and saw my bullies.

-Cristiano Roberts Livbuge
-Alexander Hales
-Hannah Grace
-Claire Mae Kline
-Peter Thomas Grand

"Why are you hiding little dopey?" Hannah.

As per usual, I didn't answer. Rule number 1, when someone bullies you,  don't talk to them when they're asking you or you'll get beaten up.

"Aww, little dopey is scared" Claire said with a baby voice.

I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of what you can do to me, I wanna say. Instead I just stared at them.

"Don't you dare glare at me like that!" Claire said.