The End

One

~Diamond's P.O.V~

I sat at the lunch table on my phone, my head down. Everyone around me was laughing and studying together while eating, but since I had no food at home to bring, no money to buy a lunch and no friends, I isolated myself to my cell phone. I scrolled through Twitter, jealous of all the people having fun and sharing their happy lives on the internet when I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts.

"Remember Diamond? When I tried hooking you up with that guy and he went "Diamond? No way! She's a psycho!" Klaire, a girl at my table, laughed and asked me. I felt anxiety and embarrassment stab me in the face. "Yeah, I remember." I half whispered half muttered before being ignored yet again. I pulled on the sleeve of my winter school uniform blazer and continued until the bell went off and it was time for my next class. Painting. Everyone said goodbye and walked off in pairs while I simply plugged in my headphones and walked alone to my next class. I wished I could go home, but my home is so much worse than school. I don't have anywhere I can go where I can relax and be myself. My entire world is a battlefield and I'm a wounded solider.

Suddenly my phone lit up. It was a text from my twin brother, Luke.

"When are you coming home today? Some letter came in the mail for you and I'm nosy >:)"

My twin brother was technically the younger of the two of us, but only by three minutes. He is a great brother. Albeit overprotective, but he supports me and helps me. He's like my only friend. Sometimes I think he is only nice to me because we are family.

"I'll be home right after school, as usual. ._." I replied.

I finally arrived in painting and felt the horrible anxiety feeling in my heart. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my stomach was curled in knots. In painting, to prevent getting paint on my clothes I typically would roll up my sleeves. But after the events of last night, if I role up my sleeves I'm going to get comments about my cuts. People will ask and stare and whisper and point. The teacher will give me his usual "you can always come to me you know" speech, and then there will be a phone call home. To which my mother or father will beat the crap out of me either physically or verbally. I don't even want to think about what my dad will do to me.

I decided getting paint on my blazer was more excusable and fixable than showing people the most vulnerable side of myself. I sat down at my desk and began painting my animal eye for class, my headphones in and my voice silent. I hoped nobody would notice or talk to me and luckily, as usual, nobody did.

The day dragged to an end and I went home. When I finally arrived home my brother, who missed the day because he was recovering from a cold, was on the porch in his casual clothes waiting for me. He smiled and waved to me.

"Yo! Dia!" He called. My face flushed with embarrassment and I speed walked to the house.

"Hey Luke." I greeted warmly. He cocked his head to the side and chuckled.

"Was today that bad?" He asked. I nodded and plopped down next to him on the porch, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"What happened?"

I shrugged. "Just the usual. I hate high school." I mumbled. He grabbed my shoulder and made it so we faced each other.

"And your arm?" He asked. I realized I got hot on the bus and wrapped my blazer around my waist absent mindedly.  I jolted up and ran to my room, Luke calling after me. I slammed my bedroom door and collapsed on my bed in tears.

I sat up and brushed my long black hair out of my face like a cobweb. I scanned the room around me and noticed I was entirelly alone. My purple walls looked grey in the sunlight, mirroring how I feel. I finally got up and looked in the mirror. Grabbing a marker I wrote the words "you are useless and ugly" in big bold letters across it. To remind me everytime I look in the mirror just how worthless I really am.

Just as I finished, I heard my dad's car pull into the driveway.