Teenage Brain

Singled Out

I sit, facing the board in the front of the class, a book open in my hands, but dozing off within my thoughts. For minutes, I sat and stared at the carpet as my mind yelled at me.

"The Hate List?" The guy sitting across the row points out. Everyone turns, causing my face to heat up as I feel tears wishing they could break through. I held them back and threw the book beneath my desk.

Everyone's gazes shifted back to the front board, leaving me to put my head against my desk, wondering what had recently gotten into me?

I softly-yet harshly-smashed by head against the desk, cursing myself because of my stupidity. All I wanted to do was read something, finally, that I could actually relate to. No sappy love stories for me. Just books about depression and suicide.

The bell went off a few moments later, leaving me to walk out of class and toward the Art room, which had been my next class. I was quiet as I bit the inside of my lip, over thinking the day I had had. Tears yearned to fall, but I promised, they'd come soon enough.

🍋💡 <----- Time Skips, btw

I lied against my blanket, shuffling underneath it, just to cry into its comfy, warm patting. Tears picked my eyes as I thought over my entire life, feeling as though I let everyone down.

Is this feeling ever going to leave?