daddy - j.m

chapter 42 - injure

JUICY ASS CHAPTER. LONG TOO.
please leave as many comments as you possibly can i kinda need something to cheer me up (:

Blossom

"This lunch really is disgusting." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Public school wasn't bad itself but I was not ready to applaud them for the lunch being served. "Literally just feed us fucking paper towels or something instead of this garbage."

"Are you having a bad day, Blossom?" Sandra laughed and Samson joined, he was more careful with the laughs since he didn't know what kind of a bad mood I was in.

"Here's something to cheer you up. Appearantly Claire in our English class slit her wrists. Again."

I knew that inside it was wrong, but I couldn't help to let out an ironic chuckle with the tone Sandra was speaking in. I knew she was making fun out of this girl, Claire, and I didn't really know the definition of slitting a wrist.

"Why'd she do that?" I carefully asked without trying to sound as clueless as I truly was.

"Who knows why. A lot of people does it for different reasons. I bet you that at least 80 percent of the people in here has tried to self harm. Pathetic cows." She laughed.

Sandra's attitude had changed a lot in the weeks that had passed and it was as if she wanted to kill everything happy that was happening.

"Have you done it?" I asked, sipping on bottled water. My question had Sandra rolling her eyes. "I mean - not deep or anything. Just once when I was in a really bad place. It was an in the moment kind of thing."

I sat quietly. If she had been a victim of self harm herself, why put down the sad people even more? Of course she had a sentence to save her own butt from the hypocritical status she was growing. "It's okay though - everyone is going to at some point. It's great relief actually but too many times is disgusting."

Lunch was over. Back to class. I had too much on my mind to be focused on other things.

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"Everyone stand up against the wall in the back. You will be given new, permanent seats." Ms Lamar grinned as she waved a seating plan in our faces. She began to walk around the classroom and point to chairs, names spilling out her mouth as she did so.

"Samson Smith, Blossom McCann, Cameron Ray, Claire West..." My seat was the second one from the right and I knew that I was sharing the row with two boys I knew and one girl I did not know. I only knew this girl, Claire, from Sandra's statements about her cutting. That was it.

"You do not get to change these seats unless it's a matter of life and death. Now listen up for these instructions." The class slowed the talking down a bit and waited for her to give us some work to do. "I want you to draw a family tree. This will be useful for an assignment later on."

Everyone seemed to enjoy the task. The task that was simple to many and harder for others. I put Jason and Alex as the ones where you'd put a father. They were both protective of me and had both played the parts of being my father figure. I put my sister as my mom since she was the only kind of mother I had ever seen. She took care of me.

Claire was looking over my shoulder and soon enough, she started speaking. "Do you have gay dads, too?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Jason and Alex were siblings. "What? No. What the hell?"

I saw her face growing a bit red and I realized that I shouldn't have said what I said. I looked down on her family tree. Justin and Josh were her fathers. I smiled at her. "You're lucky. You have two dads and that's amazing."

Never in a million years did I think that she would crack a smile, but she sure did. "Means a lot. Why do you say that as if your dad is no good?"

I shrugged. "I don't have one."