Falling

In Air

I stumbled into school late the next day, eyes red, dark circles under my eyes. Everyone stared... except Sheila. She knew what had happened. I'd cut again. I'd deprived myself of sleep as I tried to regain control, tried to ignore the urges. I tried. And severely failed... my wrists had been painted upon, blood as my color, a razor as my brush. Nothing had stopped me. Not even my sister, Keira. She had tried so hard to stop me, tried so hard to grab the blade and all the while, trying not to cry. Her dam was breaking, though, and I could tell. I'd taken the razor, ripped off the blade, cutting my thumb in the process, and painted. I painted with the sadness that had broken my dam years and years ago. Sheila smiles softly and hugged me. Someone behind me reached forward as I sat down and yanked up my sleeves. He screamed. I turned, and found myself face to face with the one and only.. Cairo...

He smirked. "Whatcha been doing with a razor, girly? Kids aren't supposed to play with sharp objects!" He snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Back it up Cairo, unless you want a black face instead of a red one. Hm? Do ya?" I snarled back, my own eyes flashing dangerously. Suddenly I spun around, and grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face close to mine. "Black And Purple look nicer on you than Red, pretty boy. You touch Sheila, or any of my friends, and you better wish you were in Hell instead!" I growled, looking him up and down before shoving him back into his seat. Stunned, he looked up at me, and was clearly confused. Why was the nerd standing up to the popular kid? This wasn't how it went. From a corner, someone started clapping, and it encouraged everyone else, who started clapping. I bowed and winked before sitting down. Behind me, Cairo was as red a tomato. A shame it was red...

The rest of the day I kept my head up, and not once did anyone make me regret it. Popular girls wanted to be my friend and all the guys seemed to be slightly scared of me. But I hated it. I hated the attention, after being shoved into the corner for so long. So I asked them to stop. Plain and simple. I asked the girls to tease me, the boys to be assholes too, which surprised them. I guess they just have never been in the corner. Why would they be anyway?