Demented

Chapter Two

I wake up and sunlight beams my eye. I squint around to look for my alarm clock which was buzzing for fifteen minutes. I glance at the clock and see that its 7:20. Fuck. I am late. Is this the result of nightmares? Thats new.

I rush to the bathroom and shower and pick any clothes from the closet I run to the kitchen wearing a towel only. I prepare myself some cereals and change. As I put the top over my head I realize the sleeves only cover the half of my scars. I look back at the clock and its already 7:45. I swing my backpack around my shoulder and rush out the door.

First period starts at fifteen minutes and I just walked out of my door. I run to the campus and as I run by the hall I see two boys in the side of the narrow hall. I try my best to run past them and barge in Literature. But instead, I barge into the floor. I look back at the two boys laughing hysterically at me after they trip me by their feet. I feel like crying but then I just walked into Literature. Luckily, I had thirty seconds left. I look around while everyone looks at me and the same seat that I took yesterday was still vacant. I wonder why this was seat was always vacant.

In my Sophomore year, this too happened. As well as my freshman year.

I walk to the seat and I notice everyone looking down at my half covered arm. I hod it by crossing my arms. the same person was in front of me. Liam.

I sat down and unpacked my textbooks and then I hear a slight voice.

"What's up?" Liam asks me.

"Nothing. Just unpacking."

"Can I borrow a textbook of yours?"

"This is the only copy of Literature I have." I remind him.

"Any subject textbook will do. I'll just make it work." He grins sneakily.

I hand him my math textbook and I catch him looking at my wrist full of scars. I quickly pull away and place my arm under the desk.

"Thanks." He said emotionlessly.

I ignore him and catch up to the discussion.

"We will start our first semester with a novel, we will be reading The Time Keeper. Please get all of your copies by Friday. This novel is by Mitch Albom." The teacher stated.

I hear groans and sighs growing in complain. I have to admit, I am complaining in the inside, too. After first period, I walk in the hallway until I hear someone with a deep voice.

"Are you still up for Saturday?" Liam asks me.

"Yeah. If you want me to." I smile.

"Of course I do" His tone seems sarcastic but I ignore it.

He then walks away. Why does he always seem so casual? Oh, right. He's the type of guy who fucks with every girl. But whatever. This is the first time I catch up with a boy and I'm not ruining it. I remember in third grade when Liam caught me staring at him and he whispers something to his friend. Then he walked to me and said

"What are you looking at, you ugly four eyed monster!" He teases.

The whole classroom was laughing at me and I had no choice but to run away and sob. While the teacher didn't even notice. Then on freshman year. Where all of this started.

I was digging through my locker and suddenly I was pushed and hit my head. After I hit my head, my juice spills over my jeans making it look like I fucking pissed in my pants. When I walked back from the locker, with books still in my arms, another push gets to me. All my books fall along with my body. I pile up my books and give all my strength to get up.

Finally, I stand up and look to my right. A group of girls are walking towards me and I know this won't end good. Unfortunately, I can't run away because I was trapped.

The girl with the light brown hair named Lisa came towards me.

"You don't belong here. This place is not for miserable people like you. You ugly bitch." She reminds me.

I ignore her and straighten up.

"Did you hear me?" Her high pitched voice tenses.

Before I know it, she grabs a hold of my hair and pulls it making me squeal. She pulls it up to make me look at her.

"I said, did you fucking hear me?"

"I heard you, Lisa."

She lets go of my hair and wipes her palms on her pants. She looks way too pissed.

"Oh my god look at her! She pissed herself!" The group laughed,

"Little baby needs to learn a lesson not to take a piss in her own pants..." As I was ready to leave Lisa's hand hit across my face feeling like a burn.

I ran, I ran as fast as I could. But before I could step foot outside, she gives me a farewell I sort of expected.

"Go fucking kill yourself, Ana!"

I reached home and hurriedly unlocked the door and dive into bed and sob for five hours straight. Each tear burning on my red cheek. I sat down and look around to find something that could take away the pain, anything. Then I saw the blade.

I grab the blade and cut myself into deep sorrow. Each cut lessened the unbearable pain in my soul.

And thats it. Thats when it all started.