Dead Yet Alive

For some reason I always stood out...in a good way?No,anything but a "good way".I kept wondering to myself.what did i do to deserve this?Why do they all look at me with disgust?Why am i avoided?The number of people that aim to be "Special" is countless. but i am not one of them. I just want to be normal. Is that too much to ask for?
My name is Leon...Leon Kennedy. i am 17 years old and i am a high school student at Westbrook High,a prestigious high school that only a handful of students manage to pass the entrance exam of.I must be pretty intelligent to end up here, right? Well i achieved numbers that broke records,I got scholarships, I was respected by the teachers and i had a good impression on them.But when the question comes down to students,they hated me...to such an extent that they wouldn't care if i died this second.Why was this? i had no idea, was it jealousy? Was it the fact that i was SPECIAL? whatever the reason was, they all hated me. i was pulled pranks on. Those pranks didn't just affect me mentally, they were physical....VERY physicall.Thumb pins placed on my chairs, finding my notes in shreds at random spots, I became immune.... both mentally and physically. i had no emotions,no feelings. It was as if pain was the only thing that reminded me that i am still alive, while my heart was practically dead...I started to not care anymore.It was like i didn't exist.Or that the sole reason to my existence was to be picked on.I started getting more piercings;my hair grew out longer,so much that it hid my face.But i wasn't bothered.
"PAIN was like an ally to me now.My face was blank,no expression,dark and lifeless,hair
growing out.It hid my piercings.Day by day the harshness increased, nobody would even
come close to me.I was at the edge of my life.I wanted to end my life.BUT then.................
She came along......"