My school day went by normally. Me sitting in the back of each class, skipping lunch, feeling insecure and miserable, being hated by everyone in the school. I don't even participate in school, which makes sense considering most of my grades are low B's or C's. When the final bell rang, I ran out of the class room before Mrs. Campbell even dismissed us. I could still hear her yelling at me to come back to class. I walked into the office and told the seceratary to let Justin out of class early. I signed him out saying he had a doctor's appiontment. I ran out of class so early because I do it quite often. I can't deal with all the people in the hallway, pushing me and yelling nasty comments at me. As me and Justin walked out of the school, Aaron came out of the rusty red doors giving me a concerned look. I plugged my phone into the audio plug in the car and put on Cardiac Arrest by Bad suns. Me and Justin sung all the words to it. I was told by some people that I was an amazing singer. Singing to me was my escape and it meant the world to me. Me and my dad used to sing together in the basement before Justin was born. We had a huge grand piano, a couple guitars, and even a violin. I missed him, a lot. We pulled up to this huge hotel called the Marriot. I checked in and payed the lady for the night. We went up to a really big room. It had 2 beds, 2 bathrooms, a huge walk in closet, a flat screen T.V., and 2 dressers. We were bored considering it was only 3:00, so we decided to go to the mall for a little while. I also bought a couple of t-shirts from California Republic, just buying plain long sleeved shirts. I got some jeans, and a pair of white converse and some socks. We left the main part of the mall, realizing it was already 6:00. When we got home, it was 7:30 an I was exhausted. I got changed into my pajamas and crashed. I woke up in the morning for school and Justin was still sleeping. I loved him so much and he meant the world to me. He was the only real family that I had left. My grandparents live on the other side of the world in Italy, my father is dead, my other brother, Jared is in his first year of college so I won't see him for another 3 and a half years, and my mother obviously doesn't want us. I shook him and he instantly woke up.
"Start getting ready for school and we'll come back after school to start packing up our things." I told him. She nodded and sat up. I walked over to the closet and put on a pair of plain jeans, white converse, and a red long sleeved shirt. I brushed my hair and left it down straight and natural. Then, we grabbed our phones and book bags and left for school. We fianlly arrived there after 25 minutes and walked in. Before we walked in the doors, I grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him back.
"Meet me back here after school after the final bell rings and after you get my home work." I said.
"Okay." He smiled and walked away. I went right to my locker and set my back pack down and grabbed my social studies and english binders, pencil case, planner, and of course my phone. I don't even know why I had a phone because no one ever texted me anyways. I headed to homeroom and no one else was there except my teacher Mrs. Murphy. I sat down and wrote my homework in my planner as the other kids started to pile in. A girl name Trista sat down next to me. She was one of my bullies and for some reasons she absolutely hated me. Aaron sat next to me on the other side. I waved at him.
"Hey bitch, don't try to talk to my boyfriend." Trista said. When she said that it really hurt. I think I actually might like him. But I cant say that, because everytime I get attached, it comes back and hurts me. Plus he has a girlfriend, and he could never like a girl like me. Suicidal and depressed.
"Hey don't talk to her like that. She's just a friend." Aaron said giving me a sympathetic look.
"Fine." she said and rolled her eyes. I stood up and moved all the way to the other side of the room.I rolled up my sleeve and looked at my cuts. There was new cuts that I had done in the school bathroom yesterday. I really was ashamed but once you start, you can't stop.
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Dead in your eyes (Aaron Carpenter)
Fanfiction"People don't cry because they're weak. They cry because they've been strong for too long." "That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt." "Silence is the most powerful scream, and silence is a girl's loudest cry."
