Dear Death Diary

Chapter Two

“Hey!" a voice called from behind me, "wait up!"

I recognized the voice, but didn't want to stop walking. I didn't want to talk to that damn guy, again. I started walking up the stairway of the school, skipping every other step.

"You're a fast walker, ya know that?"

"Good to know," I muttered.

"So, did you-"

"Look, dude," I stopped walking as I interrupted him, "thanks for caring or whatever this is, but I don't need your generosity. I'd appreciate it if you left me alone." I continued walking to my math class, leaving him behind. I walked through the door no more than a second before the bell rang. I took a seat at the back of the classroom and put my head down on the desk.

"I'm not going to leave you alone," a voice whispered.

I lifted my head to see that guy, again. I sighed, "why not?"

"You said I could try to get to know you," he smiled, "so I will, and I'm very determined."

I groaned. I had forgotten all about that. If this guy was going to stick around me and keep up this silliness of trying to know me, I would eventually be doomed. Then again, I only had to ignore him for three months. Then I'd never have to see him, or anyone else, ever again. Three months was nothing compared to what I’ve lived through. I had patience. I hated being patient, but I was perfectly able to do so. “Whatever,” I finally responded.

The teacher then walked in the class, ready to start today's un-educational lesson. I put my

head back on my desk, not caring about multiplication.

Halfway through the class, I put my head up and looked around at all the girls, studying them. I always did. It was... interesting. They were happy. Every girl was with another, no one was alone. They were all laughing. There was no pain in their eyes, no cuts on their wrists... They were happy. I didn't understand. Why were they happy? Why weren't they depressed like me? Why couldn't I be happy? How were they happy? What did I do to deserve such a horrible life? What was so horrible about me that made me deserve this? Why didn't any of them have to have a shitty life? Why me? Why not them? That’s all I wanted to know. Why me?

I put my head back on my desk, as I let out a very unsteady sigh. Why didn't anything make sense?

When the bell rang, I didn't  feel like moving, so I didn't.

"Hey, come on, the bell rang," that guy said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged his arm off of me, and rolled my eyes behind closed eyelids before getting up.

"Is... Were you crying?"

I quickly wiped my face with my sleeve, finding out that there was actually a tear that had escaped my eye. "No, I just yawned" I quickly covered. Why would I cry? I never cried. Crying was for the weak. I was not weak. 

"Oh... kay," the guy said, not sounding at all convinced.

I shrugged, and began heading towards my next class.

“What did I tell you?” the brunette bitch from the previous day asked, suddenly standing in front of me, blocking my path.

I looked to my right, at that guy. Her boyfriend. Ex. Whatever he was. He was still following me around. “Right... You said to leave him alone. I’ll get right on that, just one second, your majesty.” I grabbed the boy’s shirt and pulled him towards me. I put my lips against his, just to piss her off. A few seconds later, I pushed him off of me and turned back to Queen Bitch, who’s mouth was hanging open. “You need to stop thinking you can tell me what to do, I take orders from no one. You, however, will back the fuck off, and if you have a brain and know what’s good for you, you will obey me like the little bitch you are. Do you value your life at all? Let me ask you something; why do you think I moved to this city in the first place?”