hacker [e.d]

1.1

My eyes followed along the cracks in my ceiling, debating if getting out of bed today would be worth it. I didn't want to look at the mess I had made. I could almost feel the drawers of my dresser in my hands as I tossed it across the room. Scattered images of tear stricken anger as I stormed the room, screaming at the world.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair before finally lifting my head to look at the destruction in front of me. I traced along the scattered clothes and books, articles ripped from the closet, drawers hanging out of its place, the top one tipped over on the ground below.

Through careful steps I walked around it, picking up the closest pieces of clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt, my converse knocked over by the corner of the bed. As I stepped towards the door, I found the emptiness of the closet unruly.

There was a single box, preserved by satin print, sitting on the top shelf, the lid slightly off as if it had been opened recently. It had. It was for reassurance, something to fill the gap with something other than anger and distress.

I shook my head, closing the door behind me as I stepped into the hall. I had thrown my hair into a messy bun, leaving my face bare as I brewed the dark liquid, filling the rest of the venti mug in creamer. Dragging my bag along my shoulder, I stepped out of the house, bringing my keys to my right hand as I unlocked the car.

"I thought I saw the devil this morning" I mumbled to myself, the lyrics from an unfamiliar song. Those same words sung over and over in my mind as I started the car, slipping into the colder air.

With furrowed brows I sang it again, over and over, hoping to remember the song title.

I heard the bell from the parking lot, my eyes shooting toward an open spot. I licked my lips as I stepped out of the car. 

Down the hall I walked, my backpack flowing behind me as I pushed my way through the sea of students, the first bell had sent them flying through the halls. I turn the corner, looking for the wooden doors that would wipe the smirk off his face.

I didn't want to do it, I knew I didn't want to the second I drained the audio onto the flash drive. I knew once I would step into the office I would turn around, say he had enough and walk out, throwing it in the trash or the ground, hoping someone would do it for me.

But now, after crossing the threshold of those double doors, I felt the opposite. Actually I didn't, cause I didn't feel. I went numb the second I heard the doors slam behind me. My feet moving me forward and towards the main office.

To be perfectly honest, I just wanted it to kill the feelings from the night before.

"With the warning, to help me see myself clearer" I mumbled to myself, lyrics.

It was clear since announcements were usually at the end of the second bell, the start of first period. With hooded eyes, I slipped into the room, locking it behind me. The lights were off, the only color protruded from the screen where I set myself up at.

I sniffled, waiting for the clock to hit 8:00.

I bit my lip, transferring onto a fake login screen which would ensure that no one could know it was me. Once the screen had turned from the encoding I had put onto it and onto the regular school homepage, I plugged the mic into the device.