song: im only human by christian perry
(MAY BE TRIGGERING; READ AT OWN RISK)
Chapter 1:
It was an ordinary day in December, with it being mildly cold. I had my backpack slung over my shoulder as I trudged along to school. When I arrived no one greeted me, but instead I was slammed to the ground. This guy name Dylan started to press up against me and try to make out with me. In desperate attempt to get away, I kicked him in a place where the sun doesn't shine. Dylan slapped me resulting in my face to throb. A crowd had been watching, but one was helping. I got away from Dylan and pushed him to the ground, then I ran. Ran until I reached the girls bathroom, and locked myself in a stall.
The tears streamed down my face as I brought out a blade and took it across my wrist with force. After making several cuts I wiped away the blood, and rolled down my sleeve. Exiting the bathroom and making my way to my locker was well, quite painful. Kids surrounding me in the hallway would snicker and whisper to each other as I passed. With reaching my locker I grabbed my things that I needed for first period. My locker door was closed and I turned around to walk to class, when someone slammed a book in my face. It hurt pretty bad, but I shook it off.
In the corner of my eye I saw that he was watching from a far. Swallowing hard I walked faster to my class not looking back. When I got there I sat down, putting my headphones in. I listened to music the whole class, not caring about what my grade would be in the end. The day went fairly fast with the usual beat down, and book in the face. The bell finally rung that signaled the day was over, so I started to trudge out of school, and fast. When I got to my car I locked myself in and watched everyone walk by with their friends, they were chatting and laughing. Part of me wished I was in their place having a grand old time, but that's not the truth the truth is sad. I have barely any friends and half the time none of them care, not to mention I'm suicidal as well.
When I got home I saw a neon note on the coffee table.
"Won't be home until Thursday, have fun kid" -Dad
Man I just love how much my parents care about me, I mean my Mom and Dad are divorced. My mother lives in Colorado and I'm stuck here in So Cal. Usually my normal schedule is that my dad is never home and I'm stuck moping around here. The night went fast and by the time I knew it, night had passed.
For the next week the days went slow and nothing really went on in my life. December was almost to a close and Dad still wasn't home like always. It was Monday and I was depressed, well who am I kidding I always am. The walk to school was unpleasant as the bitter cold hit me like a bus.
Literature was first period today, I grabbed my books and made my way into my seat. Then my teacher spoke, saying 'Class I will be assigning partners for the midway project, no complaining here we go.' There was a assortment of groans and moans from people complaining about their partners. It was getting down to the last few people, and man I was getting nervous. My worst fear was playing through my head and I was hoping that it wasn't going to happen until the teacher said my name. 'Melanie and Chandler'
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HEY GUYS SORRY I HAVENT BEEN UPDATING, I WANT THIS BOOK TO BE REALLY GOOD AND I HAVE HAD BAD WRITERS BLOCK. I WILL BE GOING BACK AND EDITING THIS CHAPTER TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS IN PROPER FORM. ALSO NOT TO MENTION I WILL BE STARTING THE NEXT CHAPTER WHICH IS, TWO! WOW THIS BOOK IS REALLY SLOW AND SHORT. SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED ITS JUST SCHOOL. I HONESTLY FEEL LIKE IM ON A SEVEN DAY WEEK INSTEAD OF FIVE BECAUSE I HAVE TO STUDY EVERY WEEKEND AND I HAVE HOMEWORK :/
-mary
