Calum Hood
the screach of metal still replaying in my head minutes after I woke up.
5:00 am
tears sopping my pillow and a nauseous feeling I'm my head,
I stumble to my bathroom.
I feel the back of my neck and the jagged scar, still a reminder of what happened, was still there. a sharp cold feeling courses though my body.
It takes me a second to pull myself together and get ready for school.
all black
i walk into my garage and look at all my cars. I'm terrified of them but I can't be seen as the freak that is deathly afraid of cars. I try to get in my car but the rushing feeling in my head hurts so bad I fall to my knees and cry.
who do you think you are trying to look so cool. everyone knows that you are a total poser. you can't go to school today. you will just make fun of yourself.
i finish my cry and leave my room full of sports cars. I find my mum in our kitchen.
"calum? what's wrong?" she embraces me and I cry into her shoulder
"mum I can't go to school today" I whisper to her.
"it's fine my boy, I'll call the school and you can sleep. I'll set an appointment for therapy for tomorrow." she hugged me one last time before I hauled myself up to my room and slept all day
