Sympathy-G.D. Short Story

One

My name is Mia Anne Williams, and in a hot mess. I'm 16- turning 17 in October- a junior at Shepherd High.

I'm the typical 'bad girl' at this mother fucking school. I get into fights, have snarky comments, and some top-notch comebacks. Plus, I fluently speak sarcasm- mostly as a defense mechinism. Fabulous, I know- note my sarcasm.

No one knows I'm suffering and rotting inside. I make horrible " Imma kill myself" jokes, even though it is nothing to joke about. If only they knew it was true.

I wake up to 'Animal I Have Become' by Three Days Grace. I roll over, press snooze, and shove my face back into my pillow, groaning, and dreading the day ahead of me.

5 minutes later, 'Teenagers' by MCR plays. I groan even louder- pretty much just screaming- and roll over to get out of my bed. Instead of that, I gracefully fall on the floor face-first.

I look up, contemplating on getting my ass off the shaggy bedside rug that I have grown a deep bond for within the thirty seconds of me sitting there.

I headed toward my closet and pull out a P!ATD tee, leather jacket, and black ripped jeans. I look at my mirror above my vanity and do my make-up. I might as well look decent for the day I have ahead of me.

I walk downstairs to see my dad had already left for work, an my step-mom,  Jackie, is still in her bedroom asleep.

I slip on my all-black converse hightops and grab a banana, my keys, phone and bookbag, and head to the door. I text my best friends, who are the absolute, total opposites of me, to tell them I am on my way to pick them up. I also text my internet best friend, who lives in Arizona, that I am off to the devils mansion-school.

I hop into my '65 vw Baja (This is my car. The one on the right is mine)

and pull out of the driveway. I drive until I see the familiar faces walking down their driveway towards me. I kill the engine and they load into the small car. The only people, other than my internet friend, Abby, keeping me alive.

I flashed a smile as they climb in.

These two boys stayed. Why? I want them to, but I wonder why. The twins who saved me, and still are.

Abby and them are the only one who knows about my thoughts...

Ethan and Grayson Dolan.

I pull out my phone from between my thighs. "What station?"

Ethan snatches my phone and asks, "Panic! At The Disco? Or SoMo radio?"

"SOMO BITCH" Grayson looks back at his twin brother who sat in the back, taking the phone and putting it on full blast through the Bluetooth speaker.

Pull up, skrt, get in the ride.

Left hand I steerin',

The other is grippin' your thigh.

As I sang that part, I reached over to Gray and grabbed his thigh. His breath hitched, but I decided to not give it much attention. Ethan burst out laughing, and I have him a confused look through the rear view, and he shrugged.

I removed my hand from Grayson and down-shifted when I pulled up to the school.

"Another day at this hell hole..." I say trailing off under my breath.

They chuckled. "It'll go fast. Promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep G." I say, walking away.

I walk up to my locker, just thinking about how to break up with her, without the worry about how many 'I love you' s rolled of my tongue.

I stop at my locker to see her leaning her back against it, while sitting cross legged on the floor.

I squat down to her level and pull out her ear-bud and placed it near my ear. 'Beatles? Nice. ' I say with a weak smile. She always had a thing for Classic Rock.

"Hey babe!" She said after kissing my cheek.

"Hey babygirl." I say lifting her to her feet. "Um... Emma, I need to talk to you." I say looking down at my feet, tears threatening to spill.

She nodded urging me to continue. I hesitate, but before I could think about what I was doing, I passionately kiss her, holding her face in my hands.

"I'm sorry, but I c-can't anymore. I love you. I t-truely do, but I'm done. I've been in a fucking s-shitty place m-mentally, lately, and I don't want to drag you down with me. But if you still want to t-talk to me, I w-will gladly stay in your l-life, but if I stay I will h-hurt you... I'm sorry." I say, stuttering and choking on the sobs I let out.

People stared. That was normal, since I was extremely infamous at this school, but this time was different. Their faces only showed sympathy.

Ethan and Grayson's showed no emotion, though.

I pulled away and looked at her. "What's wrong? Why? Why are you in a 'bad place' mentally?" Her voice was hourse, and was laced with worry and sadness.

"Emma, I can't tell you that," I say just above a whisper. She never new, and never will.

She immediately stopped crying. So did I. I was done with this conversation, but she was pissed. It was obvious.

"Well, I think since you just ended what we had for almost a year, Mia,  I deserve to know why!" She says. Her voice was filled with venom, and I understand why.

A crowd formed around us, expecting a fight, especially since I was in the middle of the chaos, and my horrible temper, it was bound to be expected. This was a usual occurance- me get to getting into fights.

E and G were always in the front row ready to pounce to restrict me when I through my first punch, cause then I won't stop. But not today.

"I'm not gonna fight you, Emma. I care about you too much. You wouldn't understand anyway." I mumbled, with my voice low.

I walk towards the door, but as I pass the boys, I pat Gray's chest. "Find another ride home today, guys. "

I feel everyone's eyes burning into my back as I left.

Good thing I'm never coming back to this hell hole. I knew for a fact that I wasn't.

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Hey guys!
So here is my sorry attempt to write the first part of Sympathy.

I don't know when I'm gonna post, but I will try to write a part at.least once a week, tho.

BUT NO PROMISES