screaming **Discontinued**

chapter 13

today was the day. the worst day of the entire year. i wanted to stay home, but i knew that wouldn't help me at all. i needed distraction so i went to school. it would be the first time for me since the whole message thing, but right now i didn't care. i didn't care about anything. Shelby and mark said that is was okay if i wanted to come home anytime. i assumed they had already informed the school about the date. and when i came to school that assumption appeared to be true. the teachers weren't really pulling me in conversations and didn't mind me staring out of the window and dreaming off. i was sad all day but didn't get any flashbacks like usual. the other students were sometimes looking at me weirdly when i had tears in my eyes, but then gaby would call them off and say something to them which i didn't hear and they left me alone again. i never let my tears roll down but they still stayed in my eye. i could see that William was trying to talk to me. he had a worried look on his face every time our eyes met. i really didn't have the energy to talk to anyone today.

Williams POV

i don't know what it was but Paris seemed off all day. she just stared out of the window and wandered off to another place far away. sometimes she had tears in her eyes and then all i wanted to do was run to her and ask what was wrong and comfort her, but i knew i couldn't. in the break i asked gaby what was wrong with Paris. she had been a lot cooler with Paris lately. ''oh ehm i don't know if i should tell you. or if i'm allowed to.'' ''allowed by who?'' ''paris'' gaby said. ''oh but you can tell me we tell eachother everything and i come into your house all the time. your parents practically see me as family.'' i said to her. ''yeah i know but still. it's her decision not mine. i made that mistake once i'm not doing that again.'' she said and i knew that i wasn't getting an answer from her so i said that i had to get something and left. in the hallway i saw a group of girls gossiping and i wasn't paying attention until one of them said one familiar name that made me listen. i walked up to them and asked. ''hey do you know what's up with Paris today?'' ''oh you don't know?'' one of the girls said. i shaked my head. ''today is the day that the accident happened.'' ''oh'' i said and i walked away. while letting it sink in. and then i thought to myself: WHY DOES NOBODY EVER TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!

Paris's POV

i walked into class after break and immediately everybody went quiet. it was no question anymore that they knew. it didn't matter if gaby told them anymore i just let it be. at least it was easier now that they knew what was going on. i sat down on a spot near a window and went on with reminiscing my old life. then we had gymnastics. it was the first time for me that i would actually participate. i put on my clothes and a jacket so i wouldn't have people staring at me. i knew they still were gonna stare but now i could hide myself in my jacket. the lesson was much more fun than i anticipated. i was getting really hot inside my jacket. so when it was my turn to do something on the mat i took it off. I walked up to it and all voices and noises grew numb. when I came to the mat and turned I saw that even all movement was shut down and everyone was looking at me. I was confused why, it wasn't that interesting that I was called upon the mat. my surname began with an 'm' so there were a lot of people before me. then it hit me. I had taken my jacket off and now most of my scars were visible for the world to see. normally I wore shirts that covered all and when I didn't I always wore a jacket, but now I took it off and they were visible. I had a ponytail in before so that covered to but when my name was called for the mat I had put it in a bun. most of my scars were in and around my throat but my biggest ones were on my stomach and my biggest one that covered almost my entire back. the one on my back was still mostly covered, thankfully. the ones on my stomach on the contrary were mostly uncovered. so that in combination with the ones on my throat I probably looked like a seriously damaged warrior. the teacher who had gone to her office right after she called my name to put in the grade of the last person had returned.