Short Stories

Scars... #2

You waved your hands back to and forth for the thousandth time today and still nobody had noticed you. It's like you are invisible but clearly people can see you it's just that they choose to ignore you. You used to be the most happiest person now...well it's like people don't acknowledge you anymore. Not even your parents see you anymore. The only times they notice you is when the want something or need help but they don't ever help you when you need it these petty people. Yet you can bring yourself to hate them you can't even tell them they you are hurting even more day by day. Falling into the dark abyss, that is called your mind making you feel emotionless. Nonetheless you have to put on a mask day by day but slowly it's cracking.
Long gone the days where you wore what was cute and your style now people see you in hoodies and jeans. All the articles of clothing that you wore now is all to help you hide the scars buried deep within your wrist all in an effort to flock your emotions. Will something good ever happen to you. You look up in the sky as you walk home hand stuffed into your pockets as music blast from the headphones you wore. Music. The only thing keeping you sane now it makes you feel alive even when you were dead.
The next day comes and the cycle repeats itself being a forgotten person to say the least doesn't hurt you any longer but when you reached campus people seemed to be buzzing for some unknown reason. Seemed like there was a new kid that transferred here. That's rare as this campus is rather small and is not very well known. You ignored the feeling in your stomach and walked to your first class of the day History. You grew up loving the subject and hope to get a major in it after you graduate. As the bell rang and people came pouring in that's when the teacher came and just then a student appeared right next to him. He looked very much bored and uninterested at all the students. He was good-looking as majority of the girls stated swooning as he entered however you just ignored him and went back to doodling on your sketch book. After the introduction he was told to go and choose a seat and settle down. May people offered him their seats next to them but he brushed past all of them and settled his things next to my desk. The whole class just looked at him in shock and saw that I was sitting there before ignore me again. He then tapped my shoulder and as I looked into his vibrant blue eyes my once full world was filled with colours.
You just looked at him in the eyes and his whole expression turned to a frown and he started to scribble on a piece of slip of paper. There written in slender feminine handwriting was " Why do you have scars buried there?"
When you read this well... you were quite shocked a guy you had never known in your entire life acknowledged your presences. Somehow it felt good. You didn't reply but slowly you felt a small smile grace your lips.