two art freaks in love

chapter one: first day in hell

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM & SUICIDE

Lynz's pov

The bell for advisory rang in the distance, but I chose to ignore it.

Every morning, I sit alone in the bathroom sketching and listening to music in hopes of escaping the hell that is my life. Who knew that my sanctuary would be in the girl's bathroom of Pencey Prep High School?

A couple of girls came in, probably to skip class, but by the smell of their perfumes, I'm guessing they're preps. More specifically, Aubrey's preps.

"Ugh, did you see what Lindsey was wearing today? She's sooo looking for attention. What a freak," she mocked with a side of repulsion.

What's so bad with the way I dress? I'm just wearing what I normally wear: all black. At least I'm not trying to look like a slut (and I don't mean that as a compliment).

"I don't even know why she bothers showing up to school like that. Doesn't she know she looks depressed enough as it is? God, she's so pathetic!" She, along with her lip gloss bimbos, laughed at the thought of that.

She knows I'm in here. She's just doing it to get a rise out of me. I won't let her get to me though... I'm kinda used to it by now.

"Why is she even here anyway?! I mean, no one likes her, so why does she even try? She should just kill herself already. The world would be better off without her."

Doesn't she know I've tried? Ever since my grandma passed away I've been so depressed. I've been trying to commit suicide since I was ten, but now everyone tries to save me when I make an attempt. So why bother trying to kill yourself when you'll come out alive in the end?

I guess I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear them leave. I should probably go too; Mr. Serpentez can be such an ass in the morning. I packed my stuff up and started to head out, but stopped to look at my reflection. Aubrey wasn't wrong about me being depressed. I can try to look happy by smiling, but sometimes it just isn't enough.

I rolled up my sweater sleeve to examine my scars. I cant believe its been a year since I made them. They still look pretty fresh.

<time lapse>

As soon as I'm within sight of the door frame, Serpentez slams and locks the door, his muffled yell telling me to 'go away'.

"Pfft. Whatever." I mumbled, walking to my locker. I grabbed the books I needed for my next couple of classes and hid in the janitor's closet by Ms. Folivora's room, since its my first class.

Its kinda cozy in here to be honest. Its small, dark, and the best part is, no one's here to fuck with me. Well... at least not yet (if you catch my drift). I guess this is another one of my hiding places at this school. I wonder how I managed to find them.
Just as I was getting comfortable, the bell for first period rang and I was submerged into the world of exaggerated hormones and unnecessary drama.