TRIGGERWARNING (The Less Intense Version)

CHAPTER ONE VIC

CHAPTER ONE: VIC
7:24 am
Wednesday
I got up and there it was already, the feeling of deep emptiness. I went to my closet to get something to put on for school, I looked, and looked and looked to just put my daily stuff on. My hoodie, it was grey and had my school´s logo on it. The pants were also my usual, there was nothing like freshness in my life. Not even in clothing. Mom was already at work, and I headed off to school, after walking half the block I arrived at the bus stop. As always, I almost missed the bus, but it worked out. When getting in I checked everyone out, there was a girl with blonde hair sitting around. But she was not a stranger, this girl was Avery, she was the meanest girl in the school. Actually, I don’t think I can call her “girl” since she claims that she “Doesn’t do Pronouns, cuz they are gay!” I don’t think she even knows what pronouns are. Avery was the typical mean girl, Blonde straight hair with blue eyes and the personality of a witch. But as soon as I spotted my Girlfriend Ember I forgot about Avery, I waved at Ember weirdly. She waved back and signed me to come to her seat and sit down next to her. We talked about everything we could possibly think of, because the bus ride was extremely long. When we arrived at the school my social battery was already down to 30%. I thought of the classes I had today, I stopped at biology. I hated that course so much; it was just boring, and I kept failing it. Also, there was this bitch Avery, she kept bullying me for my split dyed hair. Avery hates everyone who doesn’t fit the norm, either if it’s based off of sexuality or hair colour. But no one really cared about her opinion anymore, or at least they pretended it didn’t matter. Because of Avery I kept failing biology, she distracted me in the lessons, and I can’t keep my mind clear when she and her friends continue picking on me. And then I was wondering why I cried myself to sleep. I forgot about all of my thoughts as I almost ran into the headmaster, he screamed at me and gave me detention because I was to late for class. My first lesson was Maths, it was fine because the substitute teacher was nice. I didn’t really pay attention to what she said though, because my daydreaming was way more interesting than linear functions. The school day went normal until I decided to go some after school activities to see how it was. Something about the “True Crime Club” fascinated me, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. The club was boring, and I was chilling with mostly 7th graders who thought they were sherlock himself. Shortly before I took the bus home I went to the toilet, if you want to tell it specifically the gender neutral one. No one goes there to use it as a toilet, it’s a meet up spot for drug dealers and suicidal kids like me. No one knew how the toilet turned into this but we all just went with it. Now I sometimes hang out there to buy some weed or razor blades. But today I just wanted to hang out with a few people to change my life a little bit up. But as I walked in Avery and her clique were waiting for me, they called me slurs. And then they did something unforgiveable, Avery pulled her Deodorant out and sprayed it in my eyes with a demonic smirk on her face. I begged her to stop but all she could say was: “You deserve it, every LGKDPG of whatever it´s called person should burn in hell.” After all the begging I accepted what they did to me and let it happen, all I thought of was how I could possibly explain this to my mom. But I´m a pro in coming up with excuses so that shouldn´t be too hard. My eyes were burning like crazy when they finally stopped, Avery and her girls just let me in there and went out. I forced myself to stand up and go to the bus, I made myself cry on the school bus so I could wash the Deodorant out. And it worked, but the pain and the damage they had caused was impossible. As soon as I went home, I ran into my room and began to cry. But this time I didn’t have to force it, it just happened. I cried and sobbed so loudly that I was glad my mom was at work. Why did everyone hate me so much, I kept asking myself. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a blade. But then I reminded myself that it was short sleeve season in a few weeks and put it down again. Welcome to my life, an absolute catastrophe.