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Avery's POV

no no no.

not again.

I struggled to get oxygen into my lungs

as I felt another anxiety attack come on.

As I sat on the bathroom floor of hell,

oh,

I meant school,

I sobbed loudly.

Hugging my knees to my chest as I plead for air.

Tears painted my face,

going in every direction.

How did I get here you might ask?

*flashback*(1 hour ago)

I walked down the hall to my locker,

not wanting to be here at all,

as if any of us actually enjoy this place.

I turned the dial to each number,

pulling up the latch.

Down fell a note.

Go back to wherever the fuck you came from slut. 

Nobody wants you here.

Please commit suicide already and do us all the favor.

sincerely, everyone on earth.

I felt the tears threatening to spill.

But there were so many people.

I looked around,

Searching for who might have done this.

And there she was.

Leading her little group of wannabe whores.

Giggling at my teary eyes and worried face

Someone please tell me why I came to school again?

My arms started to itch, indicating I was about to have another attack.

Fuck.

I threw my stuff into my locker,

slamming it shut,

Rushing for the bathroom as my breathing quickened.

"Where do you think you're going bitch?" Alli laughed in my face, her wannabes giggling behind her.

I wanted to punch her.

I wanted to kick her and scream in her face and pull her hair out but I was a mess, falling apart, struggling to breathe.

I pushed passed her and her 3 muska-sluts. 

Finally making it to the bathroom,

I closed the door and ran for a stall,

quickly slamming it shut and sliding the latch over to lock it.

I'm screwed.

I finally let the tears fall, not having the strength to hold it in any longer.

I sobbed and struggled to breathe, holding my head tight as it felt like it might explode.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to break something,

I wanted to die.

I can't breathe.

I tried thinking of something to calm me down.

my bestfriend.
that cute boy in the back of my math class
sunsets
The moon
Rain
Music.

I soon felt my breathing calm, allowing me to gather enough oxygen to take steady breaths.

I slowly stood up, unlocking the stall door.

I trudged over towards the mirror, 

looking at my makeup stained cheeks,

Dead, heavy eyes, pale face.

How will I ever fix this mess?

I decided I was going to stay at school, considering the huge math test we have today.

I cleaned the makeup off my face and made my way out of the bathroom to my locker again, grabbing

my makeup bag to make myself look presentable.

Closing my locker, I turned around walking back towards the bathroom.

As I turned the corner, I smashed into someone, being sent backwards by a very hard force.

"Okay seriously can a girl not just have a damn break?" I shouted without even seeing who the person was

"Woah there, I'm so sorry, I was playing on my phone." a soft voice spoke to me, laughing at his mistake.

I slowly looked up at him taking in his appearance, "well maybe you should watch out from now on and put your damn phone away."

"Maybe I should haha. Are you okay Avery?" He laughed again at his own disbelief.

Wait.

"H-how do you know m-my name?" I stuttered due to my nervousness.

His cheeks flushed a bright pink, as he replied quickly, "are you okay?" reaching a hand out to help me up.

Do it Avery. He's being polite.

I slowly extended my hand to his, grabbing on lightly, as he grabbed on tight and pulled me up a bit too quick, attaching my chest to his own is a split second.

I looked at him for a second, before snapping back into reality and quickly pulling away and locking my eyes to the ground awkwardly.

"Thanks." I mumbled brushing off my jeans.

"No problem." He smiled.

"I-im gonna go." I spoke awkwardly, taking a step around him to keep from embarresing myself any further.

"Avery?" He said lightly, almost as a question.

"Yea?" I turned around to see a concerned look on his face.

"At the risk of sounding incredibly rude, your cheeks are red and puffy, and if I'm not mistaken, Alli and her pack of hoe-hoe cakes were picking on you. Are you alright?" He asked with that beautiful voice of his.

"I-I," I didn't know what to say. He knows I had previously been crying, and I was now trying to cover it up. "I'm fine." I smiled softly.

'I'm fine.'

The biggest lie a person could ever tell.

I glanced back at the tall, handsome boy, he lifted his arm, suppressing a wave and a gorgeous smile.

I smiled back at him, turning back around and heading for my class.

im not sure how to feel about this honestly. comment or vote :)

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