Lately, I've been sad. In school, I strive to receive perfect grades. Which I usually do. The only problem I have in school is the people that dwell there. The populars. The druggies. The nerds. The jocks. The Asians. For me, I'm part of the 'goth' group. Wearing black sweaters to hide my red marked wrists. Everyday. Even when it's 102 degrees outside I will not risk anyone seeing my cuts.
Music is my only escape. I'm always wearing headphones. That block out the comments and cat calls. But the blaring music can't block out the pushes, shoves, kicks, punches... even the accidental ones can cause my deadly thoughts to occur. Making this train go full speed until I start to shake and my vision goes blurry.
There are a few populars on my watch list. What I find curious about my list is that the head popular and top jock isn't one of them. He never participated in the after school punches thrown to me. He never said a crude comment to my face. Ever. His name is Jordan.
(I know this is really short but it's just a tester for now. I want to see how many people like it ^.^ Thanks for reading!! This chapter was just an intro pretty much just a character introduction. I'll start the actual story in the next chapter!!!)
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Sweaters
Teen FictionBlack. That's what I see in the world. What I feel. How everything seems. Black. Sometimes I see Red. There's Red in the people surrounding me. Red in their eyes. Sometimes for love, sometimes for hate. Then there's the Red blood stains on my sweate...
