Faded Scars

A Mistake

As I step into the cool crisp winter air, a chill rushes down my spine. But not because of the low temperatures, it's the thought of my first day of High School. I remember the things they used to say to me. Go kiss your boyfriend fag, go kill yourself you emo, go eat a pack of tide pods. It had emotionally torn me, but I stayed optimistic. I was dying on the inside, screaming for help, and no one answered. I stand there, looking at the looming building, I walk to the door. Looking inside, I see students cramming things inside their lockers. Then I open the door and walk in.

I look at the sheet of paper the school mailed me with my schedule, my locker number, and other information. I put my bookbag in my locker and a photo falls out. It's a picture of my friend and me hanging out at the park. I look at it overwhelmed with sadness, she looks so happy. She went missing 3 years ago, they never found her. I still remember the day she went missing, we had just gone our separate ways to ride our bikes home. I went inside the house and my mom had a worried look on her face. She was on the phone with someone, but I asked her what was wrong anyway. Then she told me, it felt like I had been shot. I lay in my bed that night, not being able to sleep. The rest of that year was a blur of sadness.

Some kid runs into me, then I fall. Feels like forever before I hit the ground. Then everybody starts laughing. My face is wet, is it blood? No, it's my tears. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts, I hadn't realized I was crying. "Great way to start high school." I think to myself. I get up and shrug it off. I grab my things for first period and walk off.

As I sit in class, I stare out the window. I see the park not too far away. At this point, I'm basically tuning out my teacher.

I learned something that day. If you listen to laughter enough it gets automatically tuned out.

The park at this point felt like it was flipping me the bird, with both hands. I wanted to return the said birds so, so badly. Then the rain came, the rest of the day was normal.

I went home and laid on my bed almost immediately passing out, listening to the rain, ominous but soothing.

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