Anticlockwise

Chapter One

( Cody's P.O.V. )
Hell no! are you fucking kidding me!?
four' o seven my jackass bus number drove it shitty ass away from me and all the kids just sat there, they never laughed, when they did they all got their asses kicked! I then just slowly walked to school, not a care in the world if I got a tardy or not, they all just knew I always had detention.
As i was walking, I fell into my mind, thinking and thinking of everything, literally everything. I nearly put myself into a depressed state of mind, I thought about my friends, just a few but they meant they meant the world to me, but once again i pushed it aside, even though they were my everything.
I arrived to school and sat down on the steps, making sure I had everything for class, then entered the gigantic building, and looked around, okay I have... shit, I have class with Eric, god damn it, but then there's his group of buddies who are just as fucked up as he is, there so fucking annoying... Jesus.
I walking in and sat down, looking down for a while, then up at the teacher, she stood there silently and I growled.
"Bitch."
Everyone stood silently and stared at me in fear and shock, the teach stood there silently, come on give me fucking detention you slut! In that moment I knew she knew I didn't want to go home, she knew! I sat down calmly, people who dare looked into my eyes could almost make out flames bursting in them, of pure rage, I could not go home!
I sat in class for what seemed like forever, the teacher started teaching, and I drew in my notebook, outlining tears trying to overflow a fire, but the fire just grew. I sat back for a moment, smiling at my picture and turned the page, and continued again.
It was a long day of sports and stupid Eric, all my friends told jokes and laughed with each other, pushing each other around and at one point had a game of truth or dare, Eric ended up in the nearby fountain by the front of the school. I never wanted it to end.

~Ring, Ring~

I felt my heart drop and for once I felt fear, not one of his welcoming memories, it was like a knife ripping out his insides, and could only feel the pain, not blood staining him or the welcoming feeling of death, just pain.
he walked to the office pleading for something he couldn't have.
"How long until I stop my detention?" I asked calmly to the man at the front desk.
"Not at all you are free to go mister-"
"Bullshit I have detention!" I felt the pain getting worse, I felt like my whole world was crashing down, something he had built for what seemed like eternity being ripped to shreds.
"No, watch you language kid! and leave!" the older male snapped, and with that I left, going to a nearby tree and sitting down looking at my phone, until I felt the pain get worse, I looked back and saw a shadow, and looked down, everything was gone.

So I walked home, I couldn't help but let myself go, wanting to fall to the ground, head in hands, but I kept on walking, until I reached my death, my own home.
I opened the door, feeling a cold feeling running down my cheek, I hadn't cried in a long time, but I kept quiet. I walked into my room, and sat on my bed, closing my eyes before opening the to another shadow, one I had seen before, I walked up to me until it attacked me.
This is what true sorrow feels like.