iced

the one where she notices

7:06 am

bluewater senior highschool

i guess i think too much. im always in my head. but what else am i supposed to do? laugh at terrible jokes and fake smiles until i can't breathe, i assume. be like everyone else.

perfect.

in reality, perfection isnt real. but me, at 17, no friends, a parent and peers who hate you and doing everything in your head, it is real.

i am just not it.

countless cuts and scarred lines litter my arms, along with a variety of bruises, ranging from yellow to purpled colors. i can't say who gave me the bruises.

i swear i would tell you. i really do. but it would make everything worse.

but i can tell you it's som-

i get jostled from behind and i turn around. i roll my eyes. just like the start to any day, it's the most popular boy at bluewater. braydn.

at this point probably wonder, why is the most popular boy in school talking to you?

simple. he isnt talking.

his hand hits my cheek, hard. as i said, i was numb to the pain.

smiling, i taunt "yikes, bradyn your hits have gotten worse,"

this time he punches my jaw. "did i ask to hear anything from you bitch" he spits

"nah." i laugh. "i just wanted to say it."

he knees my stomach and throws me against the row of lockers.

it doesnt matter how many times he hits me.

one hit

two hits

three hits

four hits

five hits

six, even.

his hits are worthless. in the end, it would only take one of my hits.

one.

and then a flash maybe. a flash of what, my life?

it would all be purple.

purple, purple, purple.

and then it would be over. the pain, the hurt, the ache.

it wouldnt matter.

nobody would even notice.

and thats okay.

thats just how life is.

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double update for absolutley nobody.

anyways :/