I, Alex Martin

Chapter 1

Here it goes again. Another year in this stupid fucking high school. I felt the car stop, and almost imidiatly my sibling ran out of it. Of course they did, they were happy to be here, with friends around them. Me? I tried to take my time getting out of the car. Main word, TRIED.
"Alexander for the love of god just hurry please, i dont have time, i have to go to church then go to work" i heard my dad say. I looked at him with boring eyes but of course i did what he said.
I looked around me, nothing had changed. All around me there were people talking with each other, or about each other, laughing with each other or about each other.

You see no one thinks high school is easy, except people that have never been to high school. In my high school , we had the popular kids, which had fun, got bad grades but didnt give a fuck cuz daddy got money. We had the other idiots, that no one but their friends and some of the teachers cared about. And the last but not least, my all time favorite, the popular losers. You know the people that suck sooo much they are popular, yeah thats where your boy belongs.

I didnt relise how long i had been standing there until i felt something hard hit me in the forehead. I looked down and guess what it was. A fucking stone. I looked up and saw my brother smirking. Yeah we have a great relationship, my siblings and I.

I walked inside the school straight my locker. As i was searching for my *gag* chemestry book, my locker was shut close, hitting my hand along the way. I saw up and saw him, Blake King
"Motherfu-" I wasnt able to finish since i felt something hard on my stomach, which made me fall on my knees. That bitch punched me. As i was about to look up i felt a kick in my stomach, then another one, then another one but this one on my ribs and the other one was of course my back.

I covered my face and head as the kicks kept coming. But thats not the thing I focused on. It was something worse, much worse. The laughter. The laughter that the idiots gave me, enjoying me getting beated up cuz they had no life. And the smiles, the smiles of the students that felt safe, because it wasnt them, it was me. And as long as they were safe, my life didnt matter.

Then it was finally over. I looked up and i saw him. Only disgust was shown in his face as he spits on me. My body was weak but I managed to get up and walk to the bathroom. I looked around the stall, seeing every single one was empty and I entered one of them. That is when i broke down. I cried and I cried till it felt like i couldnt breath, and then i puked. I puked my thoughts out, my heart out, my whole life out. I cleaned it up and looked at myself in the mirror.

I, Alex Martin, want to die