TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self-harm
(y/n pov)
Your shoulders visibly slumped as you walked into the class. All the seats at the back were taken. You walked in, fingers playing in front of each other as you sat at the only empty seat in the class.
Curse the teacher for not having a proper seating plan.
You pulled your backpack off and set it next to you and sighed while you waited for the bell to ring. You didn't even bother taking your books out, you probably wouldn't be doing much anyway.
You wished you had your phone, but school rules were no phones. And if you had a phone it had to be given to the teacher upfront. And so, you just left yours at home to save the trouble. You sat back in your chair, hands in your coat pockets.
The teacher walked in and tried to get a hold of the class, failing again. You pulled out your math homework and got to work, knowing you had your book to read once you'd finished this. The kids around you were loud, and you'd gotten accustomed to blocking them out.
At one point your teacher passed out worksheets as well. You finished it and looked around, debating whether or not you should get up and hand it in. Getting up would draw attention so you just pushed it to the side and went back to your work.
The kid sitting next to you fell back and landed on your arm. Your pencil drew a line through your calculations and you sighed. The kid turned to you.
"Oh my bad, I'm so sorry," He said.
"It's okay," You whispered. You went back to work. You felt people looking at you all over again. He'd drawn attention to you.
Why didn't you have any friends in this class?
And it was as if one bad thing went wrong in your mind, and suddenly it was a domino effect. Everything that could possibly go wrong, and was already wrong, went through your head and you shut your eyes, hair curtaining over your face.
And all of a sudden it felt like everything that was being said in the room was about you, the hushed whispering all sounding like your name. Your hands pressed to your ears and you felt a tap on your arm. You gasped.
Eyes watering you looked over, pushing your hair behind your ear. "Yo, you okay?" The guy asked. His name was Ethan, you believed.
"Mhm," You said, swallowing. He stared at you for a moment, the people sitting around him, his friends it seemed, staring too. You pushed your chair back and bolted out of the classroom.
You walked out and to a class further down the hall and stopped to get the attention of the person sitting right in front of the door. She gasped and raised her hand to use the washroom. You walked right into your best friend's arms as she wrapped them around you.
"Y/N!" You cried into her shoulder. "Oh my god, what happened?" She walked you to the bathroom.
"I- I don't know." She wrapped her arms around you. "I can't go back, I can't go back," You whispered.
"You have to." You shook your head. "You're okay, hey, look, you're okay, just a few more hours, yeah?" You shook your head.
"Please."
"Y/N-"
"Pl-please." But she really couldn't help you. So she helped you splash your face and take deep breaths, before walking you back to your class.
The teacher, distracted as she was, didnt even notice your absence, just the students around you, who watched as your friend sat you down. She went around the class, saying hello to everyone she knew and gave you a hug before walking out and back to her class, with one last sad smile your way.
