I walked out of the school as many people looked at me like I just came out from the sewer, some people teased me dramatically and some pointed at me and whispered to their friend.
I ignored them and just kept walking, I wasn't really in the mood of getting angry right now.
I walked home, as always, I didn't really care about what the doctor said "You just need a bit more rest." I still had to get home, right?
I got to my house, reached into my pocket and got out my key for the front door.
I put the key in the lock and pushed it open. I closed the door after myself.
I went to my room and started doing homework when I remembered that my mother was nicer to me these few days. I was wondering if she would be home or not.
I looked all around my house but there was no sign of my mother. I guess she didn't care after all.
I went back upstairs to finish my homework. Then, I went to do my chores, which is every single chore there is to be done.
When I was half way through my chores I heard the doorbell ring.
I went to the window beside my front door to see who it was. I saw William, my psychologist.
I opened the door to let him in. "Hello Claire, I'm here for half an hour, so tell me, how was school?" He didn't let me say anything in between this.
My eyes widened as I heard what he just asked. How does he know what happened? Wait, silly girl, he doesn't know what happened, he's just asking me how was school.
"It was...." I didn't really want to tell him about what happened "Ok." I finished.
"Did anything happen?" he is too good I say, too good. He looked up at me as I let out a sigh.
"People were teasing me of... what had happened." I said.
"Oh, I see." William tilted his head then asked "So what really happened?" Seriously? Fine.
"I went in my class and the first person who saw me started making a scene of me saying that I want to kill myself. A lot of people joined in until I lost my temper. I started kicking, punching and slapping them until all 7 of them were in pain. Then the teacher came in and whacked me 7 times. She took them to the sick bay of course." I stated with no emotion on my face.
"So how did it feel when your teacher whacked you?" William asked.
"It hurt, a lot and I was even crying." I said as I looked down.
"So you were in pain?" he asked.
"Ya." I said awkwardly, wasn't it obvious.
"So did you like the pain?" he asked.
"Of course not, I hated it." I said.
"The people you hurt, you said they were in pain, right?" he asked, I hate questions.
"Ya." I answered again.
"So if pain hurts, why did you give people pain?" I opened my mouth to talk but he didn't give me a chance to talk as he continued "I know you have a bad temper, but you still hurt people."
He raised one eyebrow at me. I heard a beep then he reached to his phone and stopped it. "Time's up" he said as he started to pack away.
I got up and led him to the door. "But Claire, you don't like it when you are hurt, other people don't either, but you are hurting people, you should try to control your temper." he raised his eyebrow at me then he said "Bye Claire."
I sighed thinking he was right, then answered "Bye William."
Claire has such a bad temper, she can't control it, you can't really blame her.
If you don't like to get hurt, don't hurt people, you're just making people feel your pain.
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Can I ever forgive? [MAJOR EDITING]
Teen FictionThis book is about a girl called Claire, her life wasn't easy at all. She felt that she had nobody was, that nobody loved her, she had enough, and she couldn't find a single reason to live, but she did. Could she ever forgive the people who had put...