I'll be Gone by Tomorrow.

Chapter One

"Hey look it's the emo freak!" Someone shouted at me as I walked across the dreary parking lot on a cold autumn day. I was used to these remarks. I wasn't really emo. Circumstances had made me see the world how I do today. Some people can't see what I see so I get labeled as emo. The rude comments hurt, but I had gotten used to them by now.

My black boots trudged through a puddle and the water splashed around them. Fall was a rainy time in Michigan. The red and orange leaves drifted to the ground while soft droplets of water slowly fell from the sky. I saw some people from my school walk towards me. I tried to get out of their way but I was to late. As they passed me, they abruptly turned to the side pushing me down unto the hard concrete. The looked back and chuckled to themselves. I picked myself off the ground and continued to walk home.

As I walked into my house, the gray and dreary halls greater me. My parents are the over protective type. People always say that I'm lucky to have both parents. Instead I don't think I am. They don't think I can handle myself. They think that if I go through a single moment of pain, the world will end. I wouldn't dare to think of what would happen if they found out that I cut. After saying hi to my parents, I run up to my room and turn on my headphones. I decide to do homework and go to bed. Skipping dinner with the usual excuse that I'm tired.

The next morning, I'm was awoken by the pale sunlight streaming throughout window. I slowly dressed myself for the day. I looked down at my arms and saw the scars that laid there. The memories came flooding back into the front of by brain. Seeping from my subconscious into my mind.

I walked down the stairs to find my dad sitting at the table eating a poptart, his usual breakfast. He smiled at me and I faked smiled back.

"Good morning." He said.

I nod in return and take a seat at the table.

After a while of sitting in a comfortable silence, we stepped out of the door and went to the car. My father always drove me to school because my mom worked night shifts at the hospital.

I exited my car when my dad stopped at my school. The car had been filled with the usual odd conversation like every morning.

"Have a good day." He said cheerfully to me.

"You too." I said in return.

I wearily walked through the doors. Dreading every second I was there. People laughed at me in the halls while I walked to my locker. Someone abruptly walked into me, making me drop all my books.

"Go kill yourself." He said under his breath.

Lovely start to my day. I thought.
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Sorry it's short. Stay strong my lovelies.