Escape

Chapter 1

I sat there looking at myself in the mirror, blue, black, red, violet, different colours adorning my body. Why does it have to be like this? Why is there so much pain? What did I do to deserve all this? Pain, darkness, black, blood, that's all my brain could focus on. My hair that once used to be straight black and shiny was rough, turning brown now, sticking in all places. There are bags under my eyes because I can't sleep, the incident keeps haunting me. I just want to lie down and never wake up.

Life is a prison; death is my escape.

The sudden beep of my alarm woke me out of my daze. It was 6:00 AM and it was time to get ready for school. I dragged myself to the bathroom, turned on the shower, waited for the right temperature before walking in. I winced as the hot water hit my sensitive bruised areas. The stinging pain running throughout my body. I looked down and saw the scars glaring and reminding who I actually am. Shaking, I covered the scars with body wash and rinsed my thoughts away. Climbing out of the shower I grabbed my oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans, brushed my hair into a ponytail, concealed my visible cuts, eh just the usual "I am alright" facade. I grabbed my backpack and headed down towards the kitchen.

After 25 mins and scrambled eggs and bacon, I placed it neatly on the table and yelled "breakfast is ready". I took an apple, my skateboard and hurried towards the school, the place where it is all wonderful, cherries blossoming, everybody smiling, lunch sharing, all helping, teachers caring in the movies. Let me tell you about my school, What could I say? Ain't it lovely? Teachers being bitchy, billionaires dominating like they own the place, girls, well, being girls, and did I get to the best part? Bullies.

I zoomed past the buildings, colourful restaurants and cafes opening up, people setting up the tables, writing with colour chalk today's special menu on the boards, kids running with their book bags to catch their bus and waving a good-bye to their mum and dad, I remember doing that, my mum always scolded me whenever I waved with my hands outside the window of the bus. I chuckled softly at the memory, the smile on their faces. Good old days...

I reached school after 15 mins of skating, rolling eyes and saying sorry to all those pedestrians who weren't able to dodge me, or were too slow. Nevertheless, I reached the place, pulled my hoodie down to cover up my face, and walked towards the building. The hallway was bustling with students babbling about god knows what. What are they so happy about? One has to wake up at 6, dress up, attend lectures, eat crappy canteen food. Cursing at them all, I zoomed past them with my head down. Clutching the skateboard in one hand, I walked towards my locker, entered my code, opened it, stashed my skateboard inside, and walked towards my first class, English.

I walked in the classroom, occupied my corner seat and stared out of the window. It seems so beautiful out there, green grass, trees, sun shining, I could almost imagine a rainbow sprouting out. But the reality is often disappointing. I sighed and looked in front as the class started to fill in. Mr Walker walked in...The class began with Mr Walker narrating a Shakespeare play. I hate Shakespeare, his plays are so damn perfect, with castles and royalty, so contrary to the real world, misleading. While everyone was engrossed in jotting down the notes or doing something else the class door opened and walked in a guy. Everyone looked up, trying to figure who was this intruder clad in dark clothes, sporting a bored expression on highly defined face. I had never seen this guy before, his eyes were cold, empty. He didn't look at anyone, he just walked right past the teacher towards an empty seat in the furthest corner opposite mine as if he has done that a whole lot of times before.

Mr Walker probably wanted him to introduce himself, looking at his demeanour dropped the idea and continued with his lesson.

I gave him one last look, his head was down and it seemed like he was writing something. I shrugged and looked down at my book.

A piece of paper landed on my desk, while I was thinking of all those possible ideas I could die or kill myself. I ignored it and threw the paper away not even lifting my head to see who was the sender. Probably another note with some creative comment critically appreciating my looks. Oh well. Again someone threw a paper my way, this time I noticed 'please' was scribbled on the outside of it, curiosity got into me and I opened it.

I know how your parents died...

A/N

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