Strung

Girly

Small trigger warning...because... It's fucking Gary?
Boy's Dorm
7:40 am

Gary may be a little mad at me. My stomach was delayed with that "Fake" vomiting trick and I actually did vomit. It was beautiful, bloody, and chunky. "I put something in your closet. I think you might like it." Gary was once again, laying on my bed and smirking at me. Change of plans, I overslept and he chose to wake me up for this fuckery. I can't believe this is happening again. "Since you love crossdressing so much, I wanted to make it more comfortable for you." I opened the closet and saw a black dress. No, it wasn't a cocktail dress or a party dress. Hell forget what I said about it being a dress, it was more like a miniskirt and- I can't even finish it. The whole point of me switching around my clothes is to not be feminine this whole loop is the reason why I'm stuck like this.

"Fuck you, Smith." I flipped him off. He replied. "I find it to be more exciting." My knees started to feel weak and I quickly fell to the ground. "You're losing yourself already, I haven't even had the chance to touch you." This does not sound right at all. "Can you please, give me some privacy, or have you not heard of it?" And with that, Gary quietly left the room, without fighting or pulling his "I'll tell everyone your little secret if you don't." trick on me.

Main Building
9:00 am

"They're all staring... So m-many eyes... Please don't leave me alone like this..." Why are people so damn nosy? I held onto Gary's sleeve. He turned to me. "Do that deep voice thing to make it more believable." He says. My voice isn't all that deep. "Nice dress femboy!!" I think I heard Davis say that he's supposed to be a Bully... I guess. "Oh. Now that's just sad." We're passing by a group of girls. I heard Zoe mumble that and when I looked back to see, she pulled me to her. "Petra... what are you doing with that guy?" My eyes started watering. "It's nothing... I promise..." I forgot to take my damn medicine. I shouldn't be crying right now. I should be laughing.

"If it's nothing, why are you crying then? I've been paying close attention to your prescriptions and you didn't take them at all last night or the day before. You don't even have your sling on for your arm?" She concerned. "Timothy! Get over here!" I heard Gary yell. I shook off Zoe and went over to him. I have Chemistry right now. I could sit in the back and I'll be good.

Biology Class
9:15 am

I'm doing just fine back here. Yes, I'm hyperventilating but I'm great. Yes, I am gritting my teeth and fidgeting but I'm fine. My eyes are watering, my prescription's lost and I'm feeling... horrible!! I can't twitching and I feel sick. Just in the beginning of dissecting a frog, Mr. Slawter calls me. Everyone being the nosy fucks they are, all stare at me. Laughing and pointing."Timothy? What are you wearing. Sit up here for the rest of class to see." Mr. Slawter offered me to sit up front. I refused.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that..." I could feel something building up in my throat, like nerves or guilt. What d I have to be guilty for? "I said get up here right now!!" I headed to front row and sat down quietly while flinching and shaking, with little noises escaping my mouth. "Err..." I swore I heard Gary laughing from back here, ever since this class started he's been blowing up my phone. "Look at who your sitting with." Jimmy is on my left. Seeing him only made my jitters worse. "Dude are you alright? Why are you even wearing that??" His question immediately set me off. "Fuck! I c-c-can't do this anymore!!" The chattering that was filling the room quickly goes down as I say that.

All the way from the back of the class, I saw Timothy acting odd. She was fidgeting and shaking horribly, I hope she doesn't do what think she'll do.  "Fuck! I c-c-can't do this anymore!!" Timothy tried to run out of the classroom, she tripped and stayed near the door breaking down in tears and cutting up her arm with the scalpel. "No! Timothy calm down!" A few other students and I rushed over to Timothy. The scalpel was stuck in her forearm. I had to look away from what I saw. Even though I haven't known Timothy for long, this didn't seem like them at all. It's sad. Gary's manipulating them into this. I thought that prick changed, I guess old habits die hard.