Part 24

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TW- more bullying and mentions of sh and suicide (y'all are loved and appreciated!!)

Wednesday

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

My phone buzzes next to me and I get up, switching to auto pilot, I go to the bathroom to get dressed and ready

"Morning" Clay says to me when I exit the bathroom

"Morning" I mumble back and grab my shoes

"Can you drive yourself today?" He asks me and I nod

"I'm gonna head out, bye Clay" I plaster on a smile and leave the room

The hotel is quiet so I grab my headphones; don't need to start the day arguing with my head.

"Hey, good morning; can't wait to see you <3" my phone buzzes I see Tommy texted me

"Good morning! Sucks I have to go to school, love you!!" I send back and step out of the elevator; going outside and to the car
***

I pull up to the school, my stomach sinking and walk inside, hoping to switch to auto pilot all day

My locker has a sticky note on it saying, "skank" on it, I ball it up and throw it on the floor before grabbing the necessary books and putting up the ones I don't need.

I keep repeating to myself, I'll see Tommy soon, hoping to not worry about anything else

As I walk to home room people look at me, they whisper, but this should stop soon; I'll be old news by next week

Then I notice everyone with their phones out and looking at me. I stand up to get a pencil, looking at one guys phone; the username on Instagram was DaisyDoll, original

I sit back down and pull the account up on my phone, the latest post is a picture of me walking out of the hotel with the caption of "parents don't want you? Of course they wouldn't want this freak"

What the hell, oh shit

"I'd watch it if I were you, wouldn't want your secrets to get out"

What?

Kaylee did this, that's what she said; she'll find dirt on you

Of course you have secrets

Shut up

Make me

Shh, the teachers talking

Then pay attention

I can't with your loud ass self

So loud but no one else can hear me

You're just a figment of my imagination, leave me alone

Make. Me.

I groan quietly, I'm gonna fucking stab myself
***

It's lunch now and I've gotten no work done; what the fuck.

Just don't be lazy

This is your fault

At least you can't be bored

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