You, Me, Us

Everyone loves that story - that romantic, cliche, heartwarming story. The one where the girl refuses the boy and yet he won't give up. One of those where a bad boy moves in town to torment a poor girl. They all enjoy the movies and books just as much as I hate them. My favorite is when the girl blends in; no one to bother her. Nobody to watch her slowly die in a corner while she wants to cut herself but - oh, she can't because what will she tell her home wrecked family? What would they do? I'd prefer not.
Now, you're probably thinking, 'Why don't you get to the point?' well, I have non. All I know is that something is slowly changing. It could be my suicidal thoughts getting deeper, or my urge to drop a rock on my foot, but it's not. My family moved away from my dreary and quiet town to a large city with a huge school and wild crowd. It's just not me. Turns out, I'm not the only one being imprisoned in my own personal hell - excuse me, school. My hell is his heaven. My focus is his game. My death is his awakening. One day, this might all change.