*Megan*
I sat in the middle of my History class drawing in my note book. I hate history unless its about the black plague. I put in my head phones in and started to play "last resort" By Papa Roach. Awesome song. It was one of my favorites and i could listen to it for hours. I spaced out as i focused on my writing. I needed to vent out somehow. And if you take my knifes i will find away.
"I cut my life to pieces. This is my last resort.
I can only go so far, before i have to fall.
there is no saving me. I'm almost done.
the bridge as no dessication no end.
Once you start you can't go back.
there is no back to this road.
Its slowly going to fall.
It will stop for once.
If i choose to end.
Will you let me?
Can i end it all?
Let me see...
it just takes
O.n.e......
T.w.o....
Three
there
its
..
As I write each line, my problems with shirk to nothing
I have to start by saying, this is not working for me
They are not gonna shirk if i write like this
it just makes me look really stupid
have to picks words small works
Who does this stuff anyhow?
its so hard now to write
i can't pick what i want
i have to cut it down
its so dang lame
not shrieking
not workin
its over
now l
et m
e e
nd
this.... "
By the end of that i was so bored i didn't notice class was over. I packed up quickly and went to my locker. I looked around at all the happy people talk about plans and parties. The ones who has lifes. Well i on the other hand did have plans but there weren't a party. I shoved my books and shit into my locker and headed down the too bright of red and gold hallways.
All i wanted was to go to gas station and pick up a new lighter, a red bull and a bag of sour gummy words. I searched around in my coffin shaped purse for my wallet. Where the bleep was it? I found it at the very bottom of course. I pushed the gas station door open as it made a small chime. It announced my arrival... i rather it not. I rather be invisible.
Sometimes i wonder if the world will ever let me a shadow. Not very likely i guess. I headed right to the back and got the red bull. I browsed the candy and got the largest pack of sour gummies i could. My feet made a loud thud to the floor under my boots. I put my head pones in and blared the song "Bully" By shinedown. I nodded my head as i picked out a lighter.
It was a simple metal one with a black skull. Just my style. I walked the counter and didn't ask for the amount. I knew it by heart as i was here so much. He asked no questions and i left giving the check out person Jason a small nod. I continued onto my walk. I followed the directions as i walked up the steps into the recreation center.
It was time for my first meeting here. I glared as i opened the door. I was the last one to arrive. Well whatever. I took the last open seat by a boy with brown hair and eyes. On my right was a boy with black hair and brown eyes. Am i in the brown eyes club here? Apparently so. Just great, i had to be the freak with ya know, gray eyes. Whoopee.
I ignored the talker person drone on and on until he stopped in front of me. "Oh yes, you must be our new face. Care to share your name, where you go to school and why you are here?" I glared and looked up at him. He seemed to preppy. I snarled. "Depends, am i going to get a gold star?" I asked sarcastically and this earned me a few laughs. At least some people find me funny.
The mad sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to try and relax. "Actually no, you don't get those until you share about your past or a troubling event." I cleared my throat and scoffed. "Wouldn't a troubling event be in the past?" I got more laughs and he just shook his head. Can someone here show our new face how we share?" He asked the others and the boy on my left raised his hand.
The preppy man nodded and the boy with brown hair and eyes spoke up. "I'm 17, I Go to Northridge High..." "You got forgot your name son." The man told him and the boy shook his head and looked up at me, holding out a hand that was covered in bracelets. "I'm Liam, Liam Payne, what's your name?"
