It's an average day, where I usually am. Daydreaming while my teacher goes on and on about a math concept. whenever I daydream, I always hear the same thing from friends, family and teachers. "Lexi, you're daydreaming again." or, "ms. Burman, get back to work!" If they ask about what I'm thinking about, I always say, "Oh, it was nothing." if they ask any more, I just dismiss it. I hate going into detail about these things. I turn my attention back to my teacher, who is still talking. No one is really paying attention, so I followed suit. I took out my phone and started texting my friend.
"Hey Ashley"
"How are you even texting me lol"
"we're in math class, and no one is paying attention lol where are you?"
"sick. anything interesting happening?"
"Oh not at all. no one is paying attention and the teacher is like "pay attention Lexi ya big b****"
"lol isn't that all of our classes?"
"yea pretty much. I feel really tired. but period ends in like 4 minutes so text ya in a min"
"sure Lex"
I stopped texting Ashley and put my phone away. My teacher started lecturing us about not paying attention, even though no one cared. The bell rung and everyone stood up and left. I walked outside to enjoy some fresh air and get lunch.
I walked out to get what I usually get. A sandwich, and a fist to my face. The same people hit me, everyday. I bought the sandwich, walked out of the shop, and immediately got punched in the face. I keeled over in pain, which gave them more of a chance to kick me. I ran faster than I ever have inside. I ran up to the bathroom and slammed the door. I sat on the floor, crying. I rolled up my sleeve, pulled my pocket knife, and began to cut myself, making deep incisions into my wrist. I couldn't stop crying from the shame and the pain. But I couldn't stop. I washed off my arms and dried my arms until it wouldn't bleed into my shirt sleeves. I took out my phone to text someone, anyone to talk to. Not even about what I had just done, just to not feel alone.
"Yan, you alive?"
"yea. what's up, Lex? where are you?"
"just had to piss. where are you?"
"I'm outside. reading. you have English next, right??"
"yeah. Do you know where anyone else is?"
"Diane is sitting beside me. Ryan and Michelle are still buying. Don't know where Keira is."
"cool. lunch period is almost over, gotta go to class. gtg"
I put my phone in my bag and stepped out of the bathroom. My wrist and arm hurt, but I was fine with it. I had to go to class anyways. I ran up to my English class.
(To be continued)
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Red Flowers
RandomThis is a new story I came up with at school. It's about a girl named Lexi Burman, a 16 year-old with a big problem on her hands. that's all I can say, read the story for more information. WARNING: Heavy subjects, I don't recommend reading this if...