Be Patient... Please.

Chapter 1

Nothing ever changes....

Everyday since she left me. Its all been the same, It's as if I'm nothing. If I wasn't here everything would be the same, better even. Everyday, a constricted blur. Wake up. Breakfast. School. Lunch. Shower. Dinner. Sleep. And repeat. Always the same, never changing. But today... Something new happened. Something unexpected. Something absolutely... Amazing. A sturdy reflection in my glass shattered world.

I woke up that special day. I felt a little off. Like one of my millions of shards had shifted in my sleep and put me off balance slightly. I stumbled out of bed with a heavy feeling spread across my chest. I slowly walk torwards my mirror on my wall and have a staring contest with all my disgusting feature's. On top of my unusual not so tasteful scars, my face was puffy and red from hours of crying. I look away. My distasteful face had won the staring contest, just as it does everyday. I put my hair in two pigtails and clip on my prison of a mask. It covers my flaws. It protects, but frightens me. The mask is my everything. My almost non existent confidence, my small will to wake up, my personality, and... My fears. Its a constant reminder that I am a mistake. I made a mistake. I only make mistakes. I was and will always be a mistake. Nothing can change this. It's inevitable at this point. Nothing and no one can change my view on myself. This mask is a constant reminder. I. Dont. Belong. I never have and never will. Thats my true opinion on my vile self.

I walk away from my mirror feeling that shifted shard still there. Still uneasily... Different. I trip over piles of dirty clothes and random wrappers and trash while trying to find some new clothes. I end up just grabbing a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and a maroon t-shirt. I open my bedroom door and a feeling of dread spreads across my body. I see multiple bottles of beer and about five more cigarette burns on the couch. My dad... He's passed out on the ground. I slowly tiptoe to the kitchen, I pour an ice cold glass of water and place it on the kitchen table. I then write a note,

"Dear Dad, I poured you some water to help with the hangover, there's some advil in the cubbord and sandwiches in the fridge. Have a good day.       -Sal"

I then reach the front door. I look back at my dad, I smile and leave my sweet fortress of solitude.

School sucks. Plain and simple. You're supposed to learn, and then leave. Thats for most people, not me. If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit "Different". And if you're like me then school is just full of hatred. I walk in and am discriminated automatically. I hate it, yet I find myself walking there right now. I just want to finish school and just be done. I dont care about meeting people here, just getting what I need done. But the bullies don't care what I want. They do it anyways. They hurt me. They chase me through the halls. They constantly try to take my mask. I hate it so much.

But I have to deal with it nonetheless...

I walk into the school doors and already want to leave. The inside is so bland and unwelcoming. It's like they want all the visitors to know how little they care. I try to speed walk to my locker as quickly as possible to avoid any possible human interaction, but of course not. "Hey Sally," Travis yelled across the hall "you gonna hide in the bathrooms again bitch?"

(btw- travis makes homophobic comments often, if this offends you then dont read. I am bisexual myself so i mean no harm 💜)

I hurry and grab my books to try to get to class without having to see him, but again I fail. "You ignoring me?" He's now speaking loudly and is standing in front of me "You know I don't like it when you do that Sally."

He pushes me and I stumble backwards. I fall....

Right?

No... I was caught. I turn to see the person who stopped me from falling. It was a tall boy with long brown hair. He stands in front of me and starts speaking to Travis. He then looks back at me and gives me a thumbs up. I take that as a sign to leave and bolt to my first period class. Hopefully they won't mind me being 20 minutes late... I finally get into my seat whilst receiving dirty glares from the teacher. Halfway through class I start thinking about what happened in the hallway. He helped me? Why? I don't deserve help. He surely must know that. He seems nice... It's probably better if I distance myself from him. I can't get hurt by someone I thought I could trust again. Not a good idea. I sigh, maybe a bit to loudly. The teacher shoots me a menacing glare and the bell rings. I walk out of that classroom faster than anyone else and book it to my locker. I grab my books and try my best to get out of that school.

But once again

That didnt happen...

"Hey! You okay?" said the tall, brown haired boy. "You seemed shaken up before." I can't have him think we're friends, I swore not to get close to anyone else. "I'm fine, thank you" I then very quickly walk out of the front door in the direction of the apartments.

But he left behind me and walked beside me.

Hope you all enjoyed 💜 correct any grammar mistakes pleaseee

Word Count- 953✅

-GladSnail