December 8th of 2012. 2:29am.
I can't sleep.
I've been staring at my phone for literally hours. I can't stop thinking and dreaming of something I never would think of. The students in my class. Sounds normal enough? Not when you think of their motionless corpse lying on the ground. I can't get my mind off of it. Im lying in my bed sweating uncontrollably. I leap off of my bed and fall into the seat next to my laptop. I open Instagram to see 7 likes on my post and 2 comments. 1 follower.
What the fuck.
Sad_Hallie, actually has a follower, one, but still someone follows me?
I quickly click the image to see the comments.
DEPRESSED_SUICIDE_HELL
"I want to call you weird, but I honestly agree with the hashtag you put."
Oh my god. Oh my god. Someone actually agrees with me? Sure they wanna call me weird but honestly, who wouldn't
XXXTENTACION_TEAR
"Im here for you, it will get better :)"
I don't believe that, but it some how makes me feel better.
I look to see that XXXTENTACION_TEAR actually is my one follower. I click to her page
51 posts 2.5k followers 8.9k following.
She seems very popular, and all of her posts are based on depression and self-harm.
She even did a live-stream once with her crying and explaing everything.
She's really pretty.
Thick, perfectly shaped eyebrows. Big peach colored lips. An oval face. Big brown eyes. With dyed dark blue hair.
She seems interesting.
I'll follow her.
I'm back at my page.
1 post 1 follower 1 following.
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RandomHallie Bryce is the most hated student at WestCoast M. Middle school. She is constantly bullied, taunted, teased with, as if though she's not even human, but just a rag doll. But that all changes, when she comes to school with a knife in her backpac...
