Beneath The Skin

Hell

I parked at the far end of the schools parking lot and walked the distance to the doors. I kept my head low, eyes on the ground and walked to "my spot". I sank to the ground and put my headphones in. I pressed 'play' and listened for what song was to come on. Mama by My Chemical Romance did. I smirked and shut my eyes focusing on the music... "Mama, we all go to hell.

Mama, we all go to hell.

I'm writing this letter, and wishing you well.

Mama, we all go to hell. "

I leaned against the wall and let my thoughts consume me. I thought about when I was a young boy, and I watched my mum talk on the phone for hours. She would talk to my father. Or my aunt, and tell them how we were.

I remember walking in on my gramma with a knife to my fathers throat and I just stood there. I was around six. But I stood there, some what hoping she'd do it... But at the same time, hoping she wouldn't.

I watched my mum bleed profusely from her nose and eye. At that age, I was frightened. Bleeding, from her eye? I'm sure any six year old would be terrified. My father, was a monster I thought, when I saw her like that. I ran up to him kicking and screaming and hitting him. And I stopped. Looked at him, and told him that once I'm big enough, ill do to him what's he's done to my mum and I for years. He smirked and told me to 'bring it, little man.'

I opened my eyes suddenly and realized the halls were clearing out. I slowly rose up and walked to my first period, which was AP English.

I walked in and sat down and already started to hear the whispers. I kept a headphone in and took one out. The teacher was going over some book already even though we still had two minutes left. I started scribbling on my paper. I got lost in my drawing and only realized once the teacher yelled my name three times. I looked up suddenly and apologized. She looked at me and said "No more chances." and went back to talking about the book. I looked at what I had drawn and gasped. It was the same thing from my dream. I drew this.. This girls Mask. Her long flowing auburn hair was shaded with pencil, her straight, sharp facial features darkened in the proper places, and her eyes.. Those eyes that told a story that could go on for years. Eyes that said they'd seen more than anyone should have. Eyes that were behind a mask, hiding something, but what?

I couldn't break the gaze I was giving my paper.

But when the teacher came next to me and pulled my face up, I realized everyone was staring. She smirked and said, "Office, Now."

Great. Today was gonna be another long day.

I reached the office and signed myself in. I told the story of why I was here to the principal and asked if I could go home because I was having a bad day. He looked me over a few times, and with a reluctant sigh, said he'd call my parents. I thought about it then just smiled a small smile and said thank you and walked off. I went outside and jogged to my car. There was a note on my windshield. I picked it up and read, "SOON." I was confused. Soon what? I crumpled it up and threw it on the floor of my car. I revved the engine to life an sped out of the parking lot.