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The Broken One

Passing Notes

***TRIGGER WARNING***

“Class this is Cynthia Herris, our new student, please make her feel welcome”
Mrs. Bell says as I walk to an empty seat in the back of the classroom. I drop my backpack down beside the desk and sit down.
“she appears yet again, I guess it just isn’t sinking in that she’s a little emo bitch that nobody wants to be around”
The girl that pushed me in the hallway earlier says from a few seats away from me.
“Tara, quiet down please”
The teacher says as she takes attendance and pulls up a video about ecosystems that we’ll be watching today. Before she turns the lights off she passes out video guides, making everyone groan about having to fill something out.
After the first few minutes of watching the video everybody quiets down. I glance to my left and see Tara scribbling something down on a small sheet of paper. She rolls it up in a ball and throws it at me. I glare at her before reaching down and picking it up off the floor. I un-crumple the paper and have to squint to read it in the dark. It says:
Why don’t you just kill yourself already?
The world doesn’t need people like you in it, it already has enough weirdoes in it.
I crumple it back up and toss it into the corner, feeling tears burn my eyes, I'm thankful that the lights are off. I should be used to things like this happening, its happened for the last five years of my life. Almost every day at my old school something would happen, it was a reoccurring event that made me miserable. It made me hate myself, made me think there was something wrong with my head. As stupid the decision might sound to a normal person, I started taking my anger out on myself, slicing and dicing on my wrists. I needed the release, I still do. That’s why my arms are a battlefield of new and old cuts.
The bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. I get up and hurry out of the classroom. I need to find my next class. I didn’t bother to put my binder in my backpack so I hold it to my chest as I push through the crowds of kids. I'm just about to the hallway that my next class is in when a boy blocks my way. He hits my binder and it falls out of my hands to the floor.
“Tara told me about you, I think you better watch your back”
He hisses in my ear before I can say anything. He gives me a hard shove as he walks away. To my luck I stumble and fall to the floor. My elbow hits the floor first, causing a shooting pain to stab through it. All my papers had flown out of my binder when I had fallen and were now laying around me. Kids are walking past and laughing, not bothering to help. I gather my papers as fast as I can and shove them back into the binder, not caring if they get crumpled. The only thing I care about right now is getting away from everybody. Just as I get all the papers back in somebody kicks my arm as they walk past my causing the binder to fall back down to the floor. I pick it up and get up off the floor.
I desperately look around and spot what I was looking for. I sprint into the bathroom and lock myself in a bathroom stall. I drop my stuff on the floor and dig through my backpack, tears starting to stream from my eyes. I pull out a small razor I had hidden in it before I left this morning. I jerk my sleeve up with trembling hands and press the cold metal to my arm, feeling the burn as it digs through the skin. I make several cuts before putting the razor away and using toilet paper to stop the blood from getting anywhere. After a few minutes I've stopped crying and the cuts begin to stop bleeding. I hear the late bell ring and know that I’m going to be late to class. I hurry to finish cleaning up and walk out of the stall. I sling my backpack onto my shoulders and stop to look in the mirror. I wipe away the smudged eyeliner under my eyes and pulls both my sleeves all the way down, keeping the ends of them balled up in my fists. I take a deep breath before going out into the deserted hallway and making my way to the classroom, 2nd Hour Algebra.
“Your late. What’s your name?”
A crabby looking teachers asks me.
“Cynthia Herris, Sir”
I say nervously as the class watches me. I accidently make eye contact with a boy, a few seconds later I realize it was the one from the hallway.
“Please take a seat next to Austin”
He says, pointing to the only seat left that of course just has to be next to the hallway bully whose name I now know is Austin. Austin just smirks at me as I sit down beside him.
“Hey, loser”
He says. I ignore him and pull my binder out and set it on the desk.
This is going to be a long day.

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Comments

@Haley Blade Sixx
I'd love to hear your idea if you want to message me it or something.

Oh my god! If you wanted to write a sequel to this I have an idea that could be pretty cool.

this was such a good story, dam, i loved it you did such a great job.

AWWWW BEST STORY EVER!!!!!!!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END!!!!!?????
Ella Biersack Ella Biersack
3/15/15

Aww, so sad...

Saminbvb Saminbvb
3/14/15