Depression High

Chapter Seven - Friday

(Sarah loses her shit. This chapter gets violent. Contains blood so you have been warned.)

Sarah's P.O.V.

Marcus is so stubborn! I clearly said I'd handle Abigail on my own but no! Because he sees us walking down the street together, he just has to investigate. I surprised Marty didn't join in with him. And this damn alarm clock won't shut up!
I hit my alarm clock, harder than I intended to, making it fall on the ground with a loud 'thud'. Groaning in frustration, I sat up and down at the fallen alarm clock. 'Great...it's probably gonna need some new batteries now.' I thought in irritation. I stood up and grabbed the alarm clock. I looked over my shoulder at my now ringing phone.
It's Abigail...how weird. Picking up my phone and answering it, I placed it between my shoulder and my ear. "You need something?" I asked. "I'm thinking about giving you a break. This doesn't mean I'm gonna be nice to y-" I huffed in annoyance. "Save the bullshit Abigail. Either you keep bullying me, or you stop altogether. I could really care less." I said, extremely stressed out at this point.
"And about your insecurity...I don't buy it." I said, hitting the alarm clock I was holding, making my knuckles start bleeding. " I'm insecure too, but I don't make you suffer for it." I said, dropping the alarm clock. I took the phone away from my ear and hung it up. I could could really use a shower right now.
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Walking towards the stop sign, I noticed Abigail sitting on the sidewalk, facing away from the sign. I decided it'd be best to stay away from her for now. Well, that was until she stood up, and from this distance it looked like she was wiping her face. Wait...was she crying? Did I...make her cry?
She turned around and looked in my direction...and she was definitely crying. She made her way over to where I was standing and looked down at me. "...why?" she asked quietly. Did she just ask me why?! For some reason, an unknown rage overcame me.
"...why? WHY?!" I exclaimed in anger. "I've dealt with your shit since middle school and because I'm tired of it, you have the nerve to ask me why?!" I yelled, not caring anymore. She tried to reach towards me but I slapped her hand away. "No! Don't try to be friendly now! Go find someone else's life to fuck up!" I shouted. Abigail looked as if she had been stabbed, but I didn't care.
I was too tired to care. I turned in the direction of the bus pulling up. Glancing at Abigail one last time, I noticed a stream of tears rolling down her face. I wanted to hug her and tell her I didn't mean any of that, but I was too pissed off. I got on the bus and sat in the front, far away from her.
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I walked into the classroom with Abigail slowly trailing behind me, making everyone give us weird looks. I flicked them off while Abigail just walked past me with her head down. I walked over to my desk and sat down. "Babe?" Brittney asked in concern. I felt all of my anger disappear at the sound of her voice.
"Yeah?" I asked, smiling in her direction. Brittney's worried look disappeared. "Oh, for a second you scared me. But...what happened to Abigail?" she asked, making my anger return. I look behind me in Abigail's direction and back at Brittney. "I gave her a taste of her own medicine." I said.
The sound of a pencil snapping, made me look back at Abigail, who looked pissed. She picked up part of the broken pencil and made a slice motion across her neck. So you're threatening me now? Yet you want me to feel sorry for you? I gritted my teeth at her and turned back around.
"How bad was it?" Brittney asked in a worried tone. "Well I cussed her out over the phone and at the bus stop." I explained. Do I regret it? Yes, a lot. But she deserved it.
Brittney grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, what you did was right." she said reassuringly. "Right? I told her I didn't believe she was insecure Brittney." I said in anger. "So what? I wouldn't believe that shit either." Brittney said in a defensive tone. "Ugh, nevermind." I said in frustration, putting my head down.
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I was heading to my next class when I got pushed into the lockers. Oh not this bullshit again. I looked up at Abigail, who looked at me with pure hatred. I was about to say something to her, until I felt a fist collide with my face, making me fall. Did this bitch just hit me...?
I felt blood running down my chin from my lip. "Get up..." she demanded, making me look up. Something in my head snapped, making me tackle Abigail to the ground. I guess some students heard the commotion. Soon, a crowd formed around us.
Abigail tried to flip me over, but I wasn't letting her. I punched her square in the nose, making blood splatter everywhere. She tried to grab my wrist, but I pushed her hand away. I wanted to stop, but remembering all the torment she put me through, I kept going. There was so much blood covering my hands and her face but I was already too far gone to care.
I refuse to let you ruin my life. I don't care what I have to do. Even if I have to beat you to a bloody pulp. I'm beyond fed up with you Abigail.

I'll make your life a living hell...

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