snow stained red

Daniel is an eighth grade student, he wears an emotional mask of sorts so people don't know how he usually feels. But he is not so natural, you see he has a genetic disorder called achromasia also known as albinism. Yes he's an albino, he has skin as white as paper, snow white hair, and his blue eyes that at certain lighting conditions can have a red tint. Because of his disorder he cannot where t-shirts or anything that exposes his skin, because sunlight will cause skin cancer if he gets too much. He has to usually either wear gloves or have wrappings on his hands to protect them from sunlight. He usually also has to wear either a hood or hat and scarf to protect his head. He is usually bullied on a daily basis at school because of his case of albinism. He would usually go to school with kids saying things like "Look, It's frosty!" or even "their goes that freak." he is usually able to deal with these comments but today was different. He was told by his parents that they didn't think he was good enough for them. He usually never heard that type of thing from his parents so he wasn't expecting it. His mask started to crack that morning. He walked to his locker to get his stuff, but luck wasn't on his side that day as he accidentally walked into the school's most popular girl, Ella. "I'm so sorry for walking into you, I wasn't paying attention" I tried to apologize but she wasn't listening, instead she slapped me hard saying "you trash! Stay away from me, freak! Know your place!" she told he friends to teach me a lesson or two on how to respect the upper class, in other words, they beat me. Once they were done with their lesson, I stood up and walked to my locker to get my stuff right when the bell rang. I quickly got my stuff and got to class as fast as I could, when I got their the teacher was at the board with her back turned not even acknowledging me. So I just sat down in my seat, a few minutes later she turned around and walked right past me to her desk. When the period was over, I got up and was about to leave when she asked "when did you get here daniel?" I replied that I was their the whole time and left. I carried on with my day till last period. I had health, I usually don't pay attention so I just zoned out till I heard the teacher yell my name. I quickly shot up and she asked if I could recite the effects smoking has on the lungs, of course I didn't know the answer so I just said that it does bad things. She looked me dead in the eyes and said "get out." at first I didn't know that she was being serious so I just didn't do anything. She then yelled " do you have some sort of disorder with your ears too or are you just being an idiot, I said GET OUT." I became teary eyed and quickly left and sat outside in the hall with my knees at my chest. When the bell rings after many excruciatingly painful wait. I rushed in, got my stuff and without sparing the teacher a second glance I rushed out. My mask was breaking, I felt so weak. Once I got home I ran to my room and locked the door before sinking to the floor crying. Nobody wants me here, I'd think to myself while sitting their feeling as helpless as ever. I wonder what it would be like to just give up, to just fall asleep and never wake up again. I looked down at my wrist thinking about what it would feel like to stain it red. Nobody would care, I thought to myself. What would it feel like to be free, I wondered. I stood up from the floor and slowly walked to my dresser. I opened the drawer to see what I was looking for, it's silver color glistening from the slight glow from my lamp. Freedom, it was just within my grasp. I slowly reached my shaky hand towards the object, I touched it and felt the pleasing feeling of the stainless steel. I slowly started to grip it with these shaky hands. I slowly raised it towards my wrist when my mother shouted up to me that dinner was ready. I dropped the object back into the drawer and closed it, I unlocked my door and walked towards the kitchen and sat down. I started eating after we said prayer and started eating. Once I was done, I went back to my room, only to lock the door and quickly open the drawer again. I reached for the glistening object, I quickly slipped it into the pocket of my pants and went to the window. I unlocked the latch that locked the window, I slowly opened it as to not alert my parents. I slipped out into the freezing cold outside the window not bothering to put my coat on. I walked in the snow covered forest behind my house, I found a peaceful clearing at a fair distance away from the house. I sat down on the cold ground and brought the object out again to see it glistening in the light of the uncovered moon. It was beautiful here, too bad I was about to disturb the peace. I silently unwrapped the bandage covering one of my arms. I brought the object close to my delicate paper like skin. I moved the object down the skin, watching as the beautiful red liquid came out, it was so mesmerizing. I brought the object to my delicate skin once more and repeated the process five more times or so, I can't remember anymore. I can see my beautiful painting in the snow, the snow I painted red. I could see black spots in my vision, the spots were getting bigger and bigger until all I could see was darkness. Suddenly I was awaken from my beautiful freedom, I looked around slowly taking in my surroundings to see a white room. Suddenly I saw a doctor walked in, he said, "you know, your a lucky one, you would have been dead have your neighbors not seen you go out your window towards the window. Your lucky we could save you." It was irritating how this guy said I was lucky this, lucky that. Little does he know this is not luck It was intentional. "I just want you to know that their are people who care for you, maybe not your parents but their are people at that school of yours who like you." he said, I felt some happiness swell up inside me knowing that their was someone who cared about me.

(just so you know cause I bet your asking yourself this, no I don't have these thoughts I just really like to make dark/sad stories.)