There Are So Many Sides To One Face

Chapter 2

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   I woke up again on the ground. Turns out noone seemed to come over and help me out. |As fucking usual, then again who would care about me.... obviously nobody in this fucking school cares.... and if they did I wouldn't have been left on the ground.| I don't understand people in this school. I mean what did I do them to deserve any of this?? I swear its like im a constant target. between those in school. and these damn nightmares of mine.. which I might say tend to leave me scared shitless afterwards....

  After sitting on the ground for a few minutes ranting off in my head, thinking, and trying to figure out what had happened I decided to wipe off the dirt on my pants. I still can't believe that I can't remember anything. Everything is still a total blur...

  Last thing I remember I was being yelled at in such vulgar language by someone who I hate so much..... "Ughhhh God Damn this fucking stomach of mine" I grasped my stomach in pain. I then winced after touching it. Which normally doesn't happen to me. Thats when I decided to get up and run to the bathroom. I had to push through a few heads that got in my way trying not to throw up in the process. I ended up tripping over someone's shoe. Then I looked up and noticed that it was the stupid barbie cheerleaders that had decided that it might be fun to see someone who's already in pain fall....

  I quickly scrambled to my feet while they were laughing, and started to run again to the bathroom. ... it felt like the stupid bathroom was so far away... I felt like I had been running to the bathroom for about a mile now....

  Obviously I had just exaggerated,but when your in pain thats what it feels like... It feels as if everything is so far away..

   Finally,I got to the bathroom just in time... only problem was that it was locked.... Damn.... I forgot that they lock the bathroom doors for the first and last ten minutes of class... It's the schools way of having less students skip to the bathroom for class.. In my eyes it's just another way to torture me.

  I decided to try and find a garbage can out of sight. So that the people in the clinic didn't do anything to try and get me to come in there. Knowing that I dont trust them, and like I said I dont want to get put in a damn insane asylum for everything else. That is if they ever end up seeing my scars and making some type of assumptions about them.

  Well seems like I spent all of first period. being knocked out for the first half of class, and the second half trying to find somewhere to throw up and not be seen, as well as figuring out what had happened.

  After a while of walking around and finally finding a garbage can where noone was around I was able to let loose.  This time I ended up puking up a bit of blood,  and what looked like some of my quick bite to eat's worth of breakfast. Turns out I did bring my money with me and got something from this vending machine that sits about twenty yards from the school.

  Unfortunately my stomach wouldn't allow me to be strong and hold it in.  I swear if anyone would see me without a shirt on they'd probably think that I was anorexic and insane... Oh damn would ya look at that im a fucking combo pack..

  With that I got even more hysterical and sarcastic,  trying to play it off as to what had just happened so as to not work myself up even more.

   Once I was done I gargled some water again, spit it out, and then pulled out a napkin to wipe my face with. It was just about the same routine every damn day. So by now I have a routine of carrying water, mouthwash, and napkins or tissues in my bookbag.