Hope and Friendship

Part 38

Friday was here. The day before we were free. Everybody at school was excited. I heard throughout the classes that many were going to the beach and visiting family. Those who proclaim they have no life, said they were just staying home and doing nothing. Honestly, I wanted to do the same but it'll hurt dad's feelings if I don't go. Plus, it would be good to get away from here for awhile. The bell for lunch rung and I hurried with haste. "Just one more period......." I said relievingly. I grabbed my tray and sat down. About half way through eating, I saw Mark and Rodrick walking around my area. Also, at the same time, Don and his friends were staring pretty hard at them. I took a bite out of my chicken nugget until a faint voice spoke in my head. "Don't worry about it." I stopped chewing and looked at Don, then at Mark.  When I did, a dream played in my head. It was terrible. "Mark.....was in danger? On the ground....in...pain?" I whispered to myself. Then, as if I had just found out I had a test that I didn't study for, I went into shock. I finally put two and two together and realized that Don was planning to do something, but when? All I know is that I better warn Mark and fast. After lunch, I hurried to English to wait for Mark. As soon as he sat down, I said, "Hey, um...Mark? I know we haven't talked in a while but I think you should watch out for something." "Okay?" "Yeah and tell Rodrick the same thing, even though he doesn't like me." Mark turned to me. "Not this again Alex...." "What? Hmm...did you know what he said to me in the bathroom a few weeks ago?" "What Alex...what did he possibly say?" He said with little care. "Well, he doesn't want me to be happy so that's why he came in and destroyed the friendship. Then, he went on to say I don't appreciate anything or nobody and-" "You don't." I froze in surprise. "Yeah, you don't I mean, the way you treated him and me...and he doesn't want you to be happy? No, you don't want YOURSELF to be happy." I looked away slowly. "Well......if that's the case, then there's no use in me telling you the rest." "Okay, whatever." The feelings that I had weeks ago were coming back. The pain, the sadness, everything. I tried my best to surpress it back in but it didn't work. "No! I can't let it come back. I was doing good up until now. Please!" I clenched my chest as I felt my heart aching. "You know, Alex, you haven't changed at all." "For one, you won't even believe ME. Two, you don't know if I changed or not. It's not like you've been around me anyway." He saw a scar on my wrist. "Oh yeah?" He pulled my sleeve back and said, "This proves it." Now, I felt anger inside of me. "Let go of me! You deserve what you're gonna get." After that, we stopped talking completely. I couldn't believe what we just argued about. I haven't cut myself ever since I gave dad my sharp items and he had the nerve to remind me of something that I did in the past. I'm sorry but like I said, he deserves whatever happens!