"Aw, isn't it the little depressed girl."
My eyes widen as I look up from my desk. The source of the words being from Alexis.
"Um, what?" the words leave my mouth with a slight tremble.
"You know exactly what we mean. You're so sad that it is funny," Margret laughs, her red lipsticked lips turning into a malicious grin.
"I don't get it. Why does she hate me so much? All because I got a shirt that she wanted and I wouldn't give it to her. Does she not understand the things she says to me? The way she makes me hurt, mentally and physically? She drawls me to the line sometimes. It will never change," the familiar words could be heard from the back of the group, being spoken in a mock voice.
The group subsides to reveal none other than my sister, Cassie.
In one hand is my box, the other holding a piece of paper and a key.
My hands instantly reach up to my neck. The key that is usually hidden under my shirt now gone.
"It's refreshing that you think so much of me that you take the time to write about me," she tilts her head, a taunting smile forming on her face.
"How'd you—"
"How did I get this?" she finishes my question for be before walking toward my desk, stopping only when she was right in front of me, "Funny story actually. You see, I needed a pair of shoes for this date I was going on. Then I remembered those black wedges of yours that I have been eyeing for quite some time.
"I couldn't find them unfortunately, but what I did find peaked my curiosity. I always wondered what that key was for, thought it was just for decoration. That's when I saw the lock on this box. It was as if I suddenly knew what the key was to.
"You're a heavy sleeper so it wasn't hard to get it off your neck when you finally passed out. When I did get a hold of it and opened this box though, just imagined the surprise I went through! It was like a comedy in a box!
"You should thank me, I took your little razor blades out so you can't be stupid and harm yourself. I'm such a good sister! I looked at all the notes and honestly, you need to get over yourself. I thought it was right to show your friends. I mean c'mon, friends tell each other everything.
"Now we are here."
I couldn't help but let the tears cascade down my face. All the stares that her little speech got were all placed on me.
Everyone knew now, but still, no one cared for me.
I looked up to find Isac. When I couldn't find his eyes, I panicked
This couldn't be happening. The one person I trusted was no where to be seen when I need him most.
Not able to take the stares anymore, I jump up from my seat and push my way from the classroom, the people I used to call friends laughing as I retreated.
No one cares.
No one understands.
I'm probably better off dead.
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Everywhere I Turn {Completed}{Unedited}
Short StoryIn every person, there is hurt. It may be expected in some people, but everyone has there story. Even the unexpected. You don't know how that person thinks, how they feel. On the outside, they may be happy and up beat. But, that could just be a di...
