𝙝𝙞𝙢.

𝟤: "𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈? 𝒩𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉"

The bell echos through the hallways and the classrooms. I drop my pencil and take in time to observe the work I've just created. 

This sketch did inspire me from a quote my mother used to tell me when I was younger that always captivates me of it's meaning. "𝔄 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢, 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲." As I grew older, the quote started making more sense and did have a link towards people who get deceived easily by looks, and don't look deep enough. I wish I had taken that seriously back then, maybe I could've avoided being who I was today. Might have fulfilled one of my wishes as well. If only I never crossed paths with him, if only I never accepted his desires to please me...

I pull down my sleeve just enough for me to see that scar, more of a painful memory of that night. Those stinging moments that haunt me t'ill this day never seem to go away. I hear all the students flooding the hallway with their loud voices and echoing steps. That's my cue, I get up from my seat, grab my bag, return the pencils and step out of the room. I notice how everyone goes silent and stares at me as if I were putting a show, well for them it is. They enjoy seeing me like this, they find amusement in creating false rumors, they think it's satisfying to treat me differently (as shit) and to pinch my nerves every single goddamn fucking time. 

I don't bother though anymore, I've dealt with them enough and I'm better off alone. I keep my eyes down and just focus on getting out of this place, hell. As I'm walking I can still hear them talking and feeling their fingers pointing at me. "Honestly that girl doesn't have a life, she's a fucking loner" "I heard she gets abused at home" "Bruh you know her dad's a drug addict right?" "I heard she even got pregnant at 14" 

Can't they all just fucking shut up for once.