The Way We Work

I just sat there and stared at the plate of food in front of me. My expression was blank as I waited for my parents' response. What do they mean by 'We've noticed some weird things going on with you.'? I fiddled in my seat, the uncomfortable silence getting to me.

"Well, for starters, you haven't been eating. Maybe two or three bites, but that's all." My mom confronted. "And you're being more quiet than usual. And a bit of a loner. What happened to all your friends that would come over?" My dad added. I felt heat rushing up to my face, my angry thoughts lashing at my brain as the question repeated itself in my head.

"You 'wanna know what happened to those friends?" I seethed through gritted teeth. "You 'wanna know what happened to those friends?" I repeated the question, this time yelling and looking at my parents with disgust.

"Nothing. That's what happened. Nothing." I breathed in frustration, calming myself down slightly and walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I locked my door and plopped down on my bed, sighing deeply and running my hand through the tangled strands of long, black hair.

"I've messed up, big time." Memories of Ashley being beaten by Mike and Ray played in my head. I felt so bad for just standing there and watching it happen. I could've saved him but I was too scared of getting beaten up myself.

I sat up from my bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see my eyes glazed with tears. I shook my head and harshly wiped them away.

(A/N: I'm not going into detail of him using the bathroom but just.... He used the bathroom, that's all you need to know! xD)

I walked back to my bedroom, still thinking of Poor Ashley. How could I not? I should be getting the same shit that he gets everyday! The name calling, the constant beatings. Damn, he's just... too beautiful to go through that.

Nobody should go through that.

~

I woke up the next morning, the same black jeans and black wife beater on from yesterday. Must've slept in them, oh well. I grabbed my phone, seeing that it was 7:36. Wait, 7:36.... Shoot!

I rushed out of bed and to my closet, grabbing a ripped Kiss shirt and leather jacket, deciding that I'll just keep the black skinnies on. School started at 8:05 and I was not going to be late! I threw on the clothes, rushing out my room and into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.

I plugged in my straightener and grabbed my makeup bag from the cabinet, pulling out my eyeliner and drawing a thick layer of it above and below my eyes. I added some black eyeshadow just as I heard my straightener beep. I grabbed it, and started straightening the shoulder length hair, spotting some blonde strands.

"Ew." I mumbled. Well, looks like I'm readying my tips tonight. I finished straightening my hair and teased the top. I unplugged the straightener and put it away along with my makeup. I ran out of the bathroom and down the stairs, grabbing my bag then realizing that I had forgotten my phone and notebook.

Heaving a sigh, I ran back up the stairs and grabbed my phone and green notebook, which nobody knows what I've written in, and you will not find out either. Deal with it. I ran back down the stairs and checked my phone again, seeing I only had 15 minutes before classes started. Well, I didn't want to do this, but I have no other choice.

I took my keys out of my bag and headed towards my bike. Yes, I have a motorcycle, my dad recently got it for me before... all of this. It'd get me to school faster so I was just gonna use it.

I got on and revved the engine, speeding out of the driveway and towards the school, avoiding the traffic on the way. Yeah, I don't wear a helmet. I don't know why, but I just think it's dumb. But Andy, it keeps you safe. I don't give a fuck. I do whatever I fucking want with my damn life.

I made it to school in record time, rushing in just before the bell rang. I put my things away in my locker and heard footsteps coming towards me.

"Hey, Biersack, why don't you hang out with us anymore?" A all too familiar voice said. I turned to see Mike, possibly the biggest popular in the school, looking at me with his fake ass friends behind him.
"I told you, Mike. I realized what you guys were doing was wrong.—" I said, closing my locker. "—I'm not like you. Yes, we're both popular, but I don't hurt people and think it's funny." I explained, walking away before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was pulled back and felt the warm breath of someone.

"You better change that attitude right now, Biersack, before you really regret it." Mike whispered warningly.
"Piss off, Mike. I want nothing p to do with you guys, so leave me the fuck alone." I shrugged his hand off of me and walked to my Art class.

I am in some deep shit now.

Notes

SUSPENSE!!! >:3

-Cloudy