When She Cries

New Girl in the Stalls

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Ever since I could remember, I never fit in. I was always sticking out, yet blending in..I know its hard to believe that one can do both at the same time, but somehow I did.

I had always felt alone, and seperated from the rest humanity in an incaved nightmare of life. Voices filled my head and I remained trapped, no matter how hard I screamed, no matter how hard punched the glass, it only ended up hurting me.

And now, as I looked into the mirror of the girl's bathroom I saw the swollen-faced empty and emotionless reflection of a girl I refused to admit was me. I wondered why I even existed at all..what even is my purpose?

I rinsed my face with the cool-salty water of the faucet, swirls of blood whisking away in the drain. Everytime I splashed the water on my face I let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.

I dried my face with a paper towel and crumbeled it in the palm of my hands, shooting into the garbage can perfectly. Then, the lunch bell rang loudly throughout the school, ringing sirens surging through my ears.

I pulled up my hoodie, covering the half top of my eyelids and my reddish uneven bangs hanging across my forehead. I walked out of the bathroom entrance and walked head-facing-down to my locker.

I studied the marble old floors of the school, finding patterns and abstract shapes. I had already found a fox, a dolphin, and an eagle last week in the library.
As I reached my locker, I subconsciously turned the dial of the lock until it popped open.
I grabbed my sack lunch and ran back into the bathroom locking myself in a stall.

I sat on the closed toilet lid, my feet dangling above the floor as I ate my jelly sandwhich. The cafeteria was not for me.

I heard the sound of shoes clicking quickly as a pair of feet ran in. I peered through the slit between the stall door.

It was a short girl, she had brown shoulder-length hair,ocean blue eyes, and pale skin and navy blue glasses which sat perfectly on her nose. She wore a white polo shirt tucked into a plaid knee-length skirt. She wore a frightened look on her face as she looked around and then turned on the faucet washing out her hair. She then looked around locked herself in the stall next to me. Only the sound of our chewing filling the quiet room.