Anger Management| Puzzle Pieces

Don't look at me- chapter 01

I stand in front the mirror looking at my cuts on my arms, I was told that the physical pain distracted you from the emotional pain and I'd give anything to take the pain that I'm feeling away.

I took another glance at myself in the mirror before putting on my white hoodie and my white sneakers with my black denim jeans. I pull the hoodie over my head before grabbing my phone, earphones and my bag. I walk down the stairs and pass the kitchen where my grandma stood humming and making breakfast.

"Sweetheart don't you want breakfast? It's the most important meal of the day!" She shouted and I spun around and went to the kitchen kissing her on her forehead before heading out. I plugged my earphones in and began walking to school.

I press play and the song idon'twannnabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish starts playing. I always walked to school because I found it calming that I was alone in my own little world with my music, I've come to like my own company.

I groaned in frustration when I saw I was almost there because I hated going to school, everyone always turned to look at me the minute I walked in somewhere, always giving me side glances and whispering about me. The school was normal, it had it's cliques so you could tell the populars from the not so populars.

And I chose to be neither.

I arrive at the entrance of the school and sigh putting away my phone and holding my head down. I walked pass a group of girls that I use to talk to and they begin whispering.

"She's never going to talk again is she?"

"I really miss her" a red hair girl says and stretches out to touch me but I walk faster. That's Rose, she was someone I talked to. I open the doors keeping my head down and made my way to my locker putting in my combination.

"Hey Hailey" someone chirped and I ignored her, she placed a hand on my wrist and I hissed under my breath. She pulled her hand away and rocked back and forth on her heel.

"You're in my English class right?" She asked and I didn't answer I just kept putting books into my locker and grabbing my English book. I walked away pulling my hoodie further so it covered my face.

"I'm Rose" she said introducing herself like we hadn't known each other for years. I look at her hand and sighed in annoyance, I ignored her presence and kept walking to class the whole time while she spoke to me.

I got to class and made my way to the back where I sat beside a window. Soon, the warning bells went off and the class started to fill up when the teacher, Mr.France walked in. I had my eyes fixed on the pencil as I twirled it between my fingers when I saw someone's feet at my desk.

"You're in my seat" he said and I ignored him with my head still down. "Did you not hear me?" He asked and I huffed a bit irritated because he won't leave me alone. He reached for my hand- what is it with people trying to touch me? So personal space isn't a thing anymore?- and I moved my hand away and placed it on my lap under the desk.

He gave up a minute later and took the seat beside me while having his eyes fixed on me. "Alright students, let's continue where we left off" Mr.France spoke and Mr.I like to stare at people never took his eyes off of me. I get out my book and began reading while Stacey Ann read the chapters.

Through the corner of my eye I saw him scribbling something on a piece of paper before he placed it on my desk. I looked at it and back to my book. He then pushed the paper closer to my hand and I rolled my eyes before looking at it.

"You don't talk a lot do you?" He wrote on the piece of paper and I took my pen and wrote something on the other side before handing it back to him. "Please fuck off" he read out loud but not so anyone else could hear. He looked at me and I saw a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and I sighed and looked to the front of the class.