Salem x Devland

Chapter 7

A/N
This chapter is gonna be in Salem's POV/ some of his back story and I'll get back to What's happening with Devland.

Salem's POV
I was getting ready for school when I heard my step sister Nicki come in. "What do you want?" I asked. "How do I get a boy to date me?" She asked. Was she serious? She has a new 'boyfriend' every week. "I'm too busy to talk about that right now. Also I'm not gonna tell you that if all you do is get with a random boy, bring them home and have sex, then break their heart the next day" I said. She sighed and walked out. Good thing she left I was getting tired of her.

I put on my Mötley Crüe shirt and some black skinny jeans. I walked to my bathroom and got my eyeliner. I put some on. And when I say some I mean a shit ton of it. I walked out and slipped on my leather jacket and went downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen and my sister was sitting at the table. Long story short my parents got a divorce but me and my step sister are at my moms house. I gave my mom a hug and grabbed my blue beanie and MCR backpack before leaving.

I usually walk to school because it's not far and I enjoy having this time to myself. As I was walking I notice a kid I see everyday. I don't know him. I just see him everyday when I'm walking to school. He's kind of short, wears a lot of black, and has a black beanie. I like his style. I watched as some kids approached him and made fun of him. Those dickheads. One kid stopped and said something but I'm on the other side of the road. I can't hear shit. Ugh enough about the kid. You get it he probably goes to the same school as me but I don't know him personally.

I finally got to school and I had some time before class started. I don't have any friends so I just kind of walk around school. I usually go under the staircase because I don't know who but someone is painting the wall under there and it's beautiful. I go there and look everyday. I want to find out who's painting them. I should stay under here until I meet the person that's painting. Shit class is almost starting. I ran to my first class and sat down.

A few seconds later the bell rang. I got out my book that I write poetry and stories in. Yea call me lame if you want I don't care. I just enjoy the work of poetry. Also most of the stories I write are some sort of depressing story or some scary messed up story. At the back of the book is how many times I cut myself. I'm trying to stop and I haven't cut myself in a whole year but I still have all the tally marks or whatever. Anyways. I was about to start writing when the most aggravating boy in my class came up to me, Greg.

I just looked up at him and looked back down at my book. "What's that?" He asked. "None of your fucking business" I said. All of a sudden he grabbed my book and I was about to grab it back when I felt someone hold me back. I kept trying to break free from the grip but I couldn't. I started to tear up as Greg proceeded to read my stuff out loud. "You have a fucked up mind" he said. "Why does it matter to you?" I asked. He just chuckled. He flipped to the back of the book. Shit. "Cuts? You cut yourself? You really are fucked up" Greg said and started ripping the pages out the book.

That pissed me the fuck off. But in all honesty I was on the brink of tears. "NO STOP IT" I screamed at him. "Make me" He said. I kept struggling to get out of the grip and I started full on crying. Greg then threw my book at my stomach and walked off. The entire class was staring at me. I grabbed my book and just stared at it. I didn't know what to do. I felt empty and broken-hearted, like I just lost the love of my life. I just ran out of the classroom. I saw my teacher as I was running down the hallway. "Salem where is your hall pass?" She asked. I just ignored her and ran up the stairs to the second floor.

I've been in the bathroom for an hour. I was sitting on the ground and listening to music. I was also listening to some Edgar Allen Poe stuff. I was still crying over my book. I've worked soo hard on some of those stories and poems. Some of them I really liked. I just don't know what to do now that they're gone. I only have like 3 left. Of course Greg had to rip out all the good ones.