I walked to my locker and grabbed my first period books. On the way there, people push me and knock me into the lockers. Its like Im invisible to most of the people here. I hate trying to interact with the people I really don't care about. There's only one group of girls that bother me but its rare that they do.
After getting my stuff, I make my way to first period math. I take the seat in the back as I always do. Only this time, someone sits next to me. She has big gorgeous brown eyes, and the prettiest shade of blue hair I've ever seen. This girl was fucking beau... 'No! Stop it! You just got played!' I think to myself, though like I said, it doesn't matter. She was beautiful.
I turn to look at the girl sitting beside me once again. She's smiling at me, as if Im the greatest person ever. "Hey! My names Britney, but you can call me Brit! Im new here! Does anyone sit here? I can sit here right? Whats your name? How old are you? Oh Im sorry, Im rambling! Silly me!" I look at the girl like shes crazy before turning to my bookbag. I retrieve my notebook that I write in if I ever have to answer anything.
'My names Crystal. Im 16. No one sits there.' I reply. Brit nits her eyebrows together and looks at me with a confused look. "Why aren't you speaking? Have I done something wrong already?' She asks with tears in her eyes. I shake my head and sigh. 'Im mute. You've done nothing wrong'. I reply. She smiles but still looks slightly confused. "So, do you have any friends? I'd like to be your friend, y'know, being new here and all,"
'No. And I suggest you don't talk to me. No one else does. It's like, bad luck or something' I push the notebook towards Brit with tears and my eyes. I look away, waiting to hear her get up. I turn and look at her, to see her smiling at me. A stray tear falls down my cheek. She wipes it away and holds her hand on my cheek. I look deeply into her eyes. They're soft, warm, like a pool of hot chocolate. I could 'swim' in them all day if I wanted to. I slowly lean towards her lips. So full, so inviting. Im about to kiss her when... the bell rings signalling the end of the class.
I back up slowly, grab my stuff, and run out of the classroom. What was I thinking. I almost kissed her for fucks sake! She's not even gay! I don't think... She'll probably have a boyfriend soon anyhow and forget all about me, just like everyone else does. But a girl can only hope.
The next four classes go by quickly. When the end bell rings, signalling our lunch, I practically run from the classroom attempting to sneak by Ashley and her friends. They're the one group of people that notice me. Ashley hates who I am. She thinks I don't talk to anyone because I think Im better than them. Im not. Im worthless. Haven't they realised that yet? Suddenly, Im dragged out of my thoughts by a pull to my hair. "Where do you think you're going, you fucking slut?" Ashley. She slams me against the lockers and smacks me. "Nice jacket your wearing, mind if I borrow it?" She says as she rips it off me, tearing it in the process. She then cuts it with the scissors that, of course, one of her girls had. She cuts it up in pieces while holding me back. "Awh. Poor baby can go now. Ill be sure to keep this though!" She holds up the jacket and shoves me in the direction of the caffe.
I make my way to lunch, hoping not to get noticed. I start sobbing uncontrollably by the time I get to my table. I keep looking down and see the jagged white scars all over my arms, plus the fresh cuts from this morning. I start to skim them with my finger when I hear the seat screetch next to me. I look up to see Brit looking at me worridly.
"Whats wrong?" She asks. "Your heads bleeding." I retrieve my notebook and start to write. 'Ashley. She slammed me against a locker. Took my jacket too. Ripped it and cut it up. They don't like me at all. Don't worry, you'll be like them too soon enough. You'll forget all about me.'
As I write this, I can feel her eyes staring at the scars and the bruises. After reading what I wrote her, she asks the dreaded question. "What happened to your arms?" I gulp as the tears start to burn my eyes. 'I fell down the stairs at home. The scars came from me... uh...' I don't know what else to write and before I can scribble it out, Brit reads it and looks at me, worry clear in her eyes. "You self harm don't you...?" I quickly look up at her then back down to my hands. "Hey!" She grabs my face and looks me in the eye. "Its okay. I used to. Its going to get better, alright?" I fake a smile and slowly nod. I think Britney can be my friend, until she finds out about the real me. The broken, fucked up in the head, Crystal..
(A/N) Two updates in one day? I think yes :3 Picture to the side is Cris<333
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Time for bed bitches! *Sigh.* Only 10 and Im tired. Urgh
Goodnight <333