Our Story

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

Willow

I stood in front of the school, looking up at the building.

So this is where my feet had taken me.

I had already knew where my feet were taking me the moment I crossed a familiar street and saw some late high schoolers walk towards the building. I just had to be sure I knew though.

By the time I went inside the school building, it was literally the end of fourth period and was now freetime .

Before I even decided to walk here, I actually did went to the park. It was so nice and peaceful there just sitting by the pond and watching as the geese swam gracefully. They looked happy and looked as if nothing were bothering them the slightest bit. Their life was probably spectucular for them. With this thought, I couldnt help but image myself as a goose also swimming freely and gracefully in the water.

Ah yea, that was the word I was looking for.

As a goose swimming freely and gracefully in the water. Free. The geeses were free.

As I entered the field, I looked around and noticed that everything was how it was as usual. They had the popular (so to say) kids sitting around a table being loud as always. Most kids playing a variety of games, some just sitting around talking to each other.

The only thing missing was me in my spot. I started walking towards the blearchers where I always sat at.

I always sat way in the back, where you could see the beautiful veiw of not only the feild, but the city itself. Nobody would really sit there, so I made it my way to make it my spot.

And then....I see some kid sitting at the same area, my area, I usually sat at, but he sat way more in the front.

On top of that, it was one of the popular guys sitting at my spot.

I was so internally shocked, but super pissed at the same time, but knew I couldnt do anything about it.

Yes, I didn’t have the courage to say anything to him because I knew if I were to say something smart they would probably try to bring harm to my world.

I could tell he was checking me out, by scanning me and by the look in eyes he approved. How disgusting.

Then I saw how he was staring at my wound. Now that, got me real suspious. I hid it away from him and his expression changed.

Maybe, hes the one who did it, but then he could be just some random dude thats just curious onto what happened. Whatever and who cares.

I couldnt bare to make any further eye contact with him, so I just walked away.

I find a empty table that was away from anyone else sighted and sit down.

I look down at my bandaged hand that I did myself and looked away in annoyance.

Every time I looked at it, it reminded me of the boy….and last night.

I cup my cheek in my hand as I stare blankly at the table, thinking.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about last night. It was such a nightmare that I got stabbed with a freaking knife through my goddamn hand. Thats fucking messed up! It almost seemed like a dream. It was like some dream that was supposed to be forgotten, but I somehow got the power to rmember it.

Why did I have to stick my nose into something that didnt involve me? I practically deserve this, although, I did it to myself in the first place.

It then made me wonder why I even bother to help him? Even more questionable, what made me do it?

‘Your mom.’, my subconsciousness boomed.

No. It had nothing to do with my mom.

Then what was it then?

I don’t know.

You just don’t want to accept the truth because you already know why you did it.

Shut up!

I shake my head violently from my subconsciousness ignorant words.

My subconsciousness did not know what it was talking about, so I decided to keep it away from the rest of my thoughts.

From time to time I found myself picking at my bandaged hand aggressively as I kept replaying the scenes over and over again.

Soon the bell signaled for freetime to be over, erasing every thought automatically.

I decided to skip lunch altogether, since I wasnt in the mood to eat and instead went to the restroom and into a stall once I was inside.

I lock the stall door before slumping down the stall wall.

I sit with knees against my chest, my arms wrapped around them and whimpered softly.

I ended up crying a little. The thought of the event of last night vanished as I felt hurt thinking about all the things I’ve been going through lately. I wanted to die right then and there. But I couldn’t. I refused to end up like my mom.

“H-hello?”, A voice asked frantically. It sounded more of a male than a female.

I shot my head up, alarmed. I remain silent.

“A-are you ok, in there?”, The voice asks.

Silence.

“I.. heard crying and I thought...maybe you might want to talk about it?”, The voice continues on.

I finally stood up and unlocked the stall door to see who the person was.

To my surprise, It was the same guy again.

My eyeballs pratically jumped out of my eye sockets just staring at him in complete shock. He mirrored his shock as well.

He was standing in front of the girls restroom door, looking a bit nervous staring at me.

I immediately close the stall door and locked it, hoping he would go away.

At first he remained there, but after he got the message that I clearly wasn’t going to come out of that stall anytime soon, I heard his footsteps then walk away.

I faced the wall, with my back against the stall door in pure annoyance.

About a minute or two later, I hear fast paced footsteps click against the vinyl floor of the hallway and walk pass the girls restroom again before silence fell soon after.

‘It was probably the boy’, I immediately thought, ‘and he came to use the restroom’

But why did I care about that?

I spent the rest of lunchtime in the restroom with my knees against my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs again. But this time, I didn’t cry although my tears were threatening to fall.

I didn’t cry because I didn’t want people like him to ask me questions again.

It’s none of their business. I wouldn’t want to a make it any of their business anyway.

When the bell finally rang signalling lunch as over, I quickly got out the stall before anyone could appear out of the lunchroom and headed to a staircase that lead to the rooftop.

I stopped just a few steps away from the entrance to the rooftop door and sat on one of the steps.

Once I heard absolutely nothing, I decided to pull out my phone, knowing that there wouldnt be no use of using it.

I barely used my phone. What was there to use it for?

I was not the type to play games. Social media was not my thing. Who was I going to text and call if I had no friends?

With me always occupied and busy deep in my own world, I had no time for friends. Friends apparently had no time for me anyway, since I never really had one that lasted as long as I expected them to.

I turn my phone off completely uninterested with it and almost had the action of throwing my phone down the stairs. Instead I place my phone next to me and tried to find a comfortable position to lay, but no position was comfortable.

Annoyed, I stood up and walked up the remaining steps towards the entrance to the rooftop. I was hesistant at first on wanting to push open the door. I didnt want any alarms blasting off if I opened it.