chapter two

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        *Antis POV*

Cry walked in the classroom. He most likely got in trouble for fighting. He is glaring at me... Ha he always does. Cry hates me for some reason. But whatever it doesn't matter he can hate me all he wants cause i hate me too. My stomach growls and I feel pain. But I just ignore it cause im fat anyways so I don't eat. But no one cares or notices so what ever. Maybe my stomach will eat itself and I'll die. Why does anyone care. I mean I have a friend but I don't think he cares that much. I think he just feels sorry for me and is just my friend out of pity. Maybe he's just afraid I'm going to kill myself. Jack doesn't seem to care either cause he never pays attention to me. Ugh it doesn't even matter, it doesn't even matter if I die no one will miss me. I bet no one would even notice. And when they hear about my death they will all be happy and cheer. No one will miss me. I bet death is peaceful. There will be no more pain in death. It's like sleeping forever. And the best part is that I will never wake up. It's just then I notice Dark is talking.
"Please repeat. " I say softly.
"I was just asking if you are ok. " Dark says gently.
"Yeah I'm ok" I say softly cause I have to lie.
"Anti.... Please don't lie" Dark says. I'm shocked does he know I'm lying... No no of course not... I must just look sad... Yeah.
"I'm not lying Darky" I say faking a smile that looks real. Dark falls for it and smiles back.
"Ok Anti I just wanted to make sure cause you seemed upset" Dark said.
"Ok I understand" I say. There all it takes is a fake smile and Dark is fooled and so is everyone else. I feel Dark's arms wrap around me. And I blush out. And I hugged back.
"Please tell me if you need help Anti, or if you're upset, or just want to talk. I'm always here. Ok? " Dark says. I blush more.
"Thank you " I whimper out more then anything.
"Of course Anti" Dark says softly. Maybe Dark does care.... The bell rings making me and Dark pull away from our hug. I lay my head on the desk already annoyed by the teacher. Ugh someone save us from this hell knew as high school.

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