A/N: This is basically chapter 1 from the other main character, Eliza's, point of view
Eliza's POV
I walked into my citizenship class and took my normal seat in the back corner of class. None of the few friends I had were in this class, but practically all my bullies were. I looked down at my notebook as Delilah Peterson walked in. She was the one that started it all. The name calling, the teasing, and the notes.
I had never really talked to her, but all of a sudden she made me her personal victim. See, I had been tutoring Miles Taylor for about 2 weeks before he started dating Delilah. She was either too stupid to realize this or didn't care and hated me the second she saaw me talking to him. Our tutoring sessions ended and I haven't talked to him since. Of course they broke up about a week later, but of course Delilah blamed me for that. She called me a slut and a whore and her "friends" followed in suit. She tripped me in the halls and embarrassed me in front of guys. Finally, she started slipping notes in my locker or my notebooks. I would find them and almost immeadiatly start crying.
She sneered at me when I finally looked up. I looked back at my notebook and started doodling. I saw a pair of high heels clank past my stuff and a hand drop a piece of pink paper into my backpack. I waited for them to go back to their seat and picked it up.
Dear Skank,
I would love to see how your 'friends' act when your not around. I don't understand why they stick around. They probably talk just as bad about you as the rest of us do. So why don't you do everyone a favor and just dissapear.
<3 Delilah
I slipped the note into the back of my notebook with the rest of them. I know, it's not healthy for me to keep them, but I don't have the courage to throw them out. I looked back down at my paper and began to write the lyrics to Be My Escape.
I've given up on on giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go I promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging you, I'm begging you, I'm begging you
You to be my escape
I looked up after finishing the chorus to see a blonde guy standing at the window of the door and looking off to the side. He looked into the room but walked off quickly. I went back to writing song lyrics until class began.
