Where ever the train takes me..

Weak 21/31 continue

I had to do something, I had to get them away. I stood there for a few seconds trying to free my hand but he kept on squeezing and squeezing. I stopped and I slowly lifted up my head while removing my scarf around my neck and mouth trying to look at him in the eyes, my eyes were tearing with the fear of their reactions. The guy quickly took out his hand as if I was a virus or something, he started screaming and calling me all these bunch of names that I've hear before and that at this point I couldn't give a single fuck because I've been beat up for being different, I've been tortured, I've been told that I'm a mistake in this world so I should just die. Fuck life man. Literally people suck just because I was born different and ugly doesn't mean I don't own a heart and a soul and that every comment you make about my face breaks my heart little by little DO PEOPLE EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT. I started running back in school putting my scarf on and heading straight for the bathroom where I usual wander around thinking about the different things surrounding me like « ohh do janitor clean the dors or the  toilet bol » because I gotta think about something and keep my mind occupied it help me forget about the past and the things I've lost. Yes I was born different, my nose practically doesn't exist, it looks like it melted away and my chin is misplaced. FUCK I've lost so much just to look this ugly really, my mom really sacrifices her beautiful face and body for this ugly shit. If I wasn't born at least she would've been here. I'm ashamed she died for me and what she gets in return is nothing..

For the rest of the day I stayed in the bathroom to skip my classes and avoid people in general. I look at the time on my phone, it 6h30. At this time everyone should have left. I leave the bathroom with my head held down. Nobody's here, it so quiet I can only hear my breathing and water dripping out of the rooftop, but.. it never this quiet there's always a few people left and some teachers wandering around the school but today is different, maybe my phone is not telling the right time. I grab my shoes and go outside and start walking, my legs hurt but I've gotten used to the pain over the years. When I finally get home, I lay down my bag and go clean the mess my dad did