When A Heartbeat Breaks

Chapter 3 - Hell No.2- I Mean School

I woke up to my beating alarm clock. Where I was laying was cold, and bloody uncomfortable. And the pain in my nose is unbearable. I erose from my place of slumber, to realise I was face first on The floor. Great. My nose was on fire, I probably broke it, but it doesn't half hurt as much as my chest does, particularly the place where my heart is.

I tripped over my own feet as I tried to make my way towards my draws. I pulled out my black, band tee, a pair of black skinny jeans, aswell as my spiked converse. I did my hair, letting it flow today, whilst putting my cap on.

When I was ready to go, I grabbed my bag and put my hoodie on as i made my way down the stairs.

My step dad was gone, so I didn't think much of it, that is until I made it to the door. His tall, bulky figure awaited my by the doorway.

Oh shit - I mentally cursed. He lunged his fist towards my face, leaving Nasty bruses. I didn't scream or react to it in anyway. I just stood there.

"When you walk through them school doors, I want you to do it alone. You will not speak to anybody, especially girls. Do I make myself clear?" He spat angrily. I nodded gently, careful not to do anything to piss him off, and I especially didn't look into his eyes.

"Good." And with that he practically threw me out the door. Some people gave me funny stares, and others laughing. I just rolled my eyes and walked off.

I plugged my headphones in. Now my emotions are lost for good, I have no need to worry about turning them back on. A few minuets went by and nothing bad has happened so far.

I arrived at the school building within minuets. It's large structure was so hard to miss it. Well, I guess you can loose something right in front of you, for example your on the phone and have to hang up like 'wait a minute, I can't find my phone'. It sounds stupid but hey we've all done it. I guess the building is possible to loose then.

As I neared the school doors, I saw Emily and her gang. Fuck. I tried to slide past them by blending into the large crowd around me, but to no success. A firm grip, maybe too strong took hold of my arm. That place on my arm was where a bruse was located, causing me to squint my eyes a little. It definitely wasn't Emily's hand, soon i gathered it was one of them muscular dudes.

"Looks like we've found ourselves a fag," the guy snickered.

"And who are you?" I asked. I haven't seen this guy around before.

"I'm Chad you bastard. I've heard you around before, and you look at my girlfriend alot don't ya?"

"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't, now can I go?" I was getting irritated now, trying to escape his grip. Man this guy is strong.

"You think I'm just gonna let you go? Babe come here," he called out to somebody in the group. It was no other than Emily "You want her? Well she's mine so stop staring at her before I rip your eyes out,"

My eyes watered a little after thinking about her. After the entire time averting my eyes, I finally looked up at him. His eyes a mixture of brown and green, and not in the prettiest way. His hair was so short it looked like he didn't have any. Scars were shown on his scalp, eyebrow and Cheeks he was a spitting image of my step dad, if he had a Potbelly, wrinkles and bald.

"Where you get that bruse from? Hit on some chick until they slapped you?" Chuckles from the group erose. Emily took notice of the bruse, and a worried expression took to her face, but gone when Chad looked over.

"What the fuck did I say about looking at her?!" Chad punched me the same place my dad did. Boy did it hurt. It would have hurt less, but the bruze was fresh and sensitive, causing tears to well up behind my eyes.

"Are you going to say anything?!" He said again. Does he know how to shut up?

"Do I know how to shut up? Do I shut up?! Maybe you should have kept your trap shut!" Shit, thought out loud. For the second time today, I was collided with the floor. A what felt like fire started in my arm. I turned my head to see what it was. Glass. Some bozo smashed a bottle here.

I quickly got up and sprinted towards the bathrooms. Chad's yelling echos behind me. Looks like I've found myself a new enemy. Bastard.

In the bathroom, everybody evacuated when spotted me. Seriously, what am I gonna do? Due to everybody leaving, I figured nobody will go in here until seeing me leave.

I took my hoodie off, exposing my scarred wrists and bleeding arm. Well this is going to hurt like a bitch. I slowly started to take out the shards of glass, and luckily the hoodie prevented the tiny shards from making contact, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get it out.

A faint noise of a cubicle door opening occured behind me, but I paid no attention. No one in this school cares, so I expected them to go to the far sink and run away. But they didn't? Most likely gonna beat the shit out of me, but it's normally the guys. The girls think they'll catch my 'disease' as they like to call it. Gay ain't a disease! Anyway, I looked up at the mirror.