Dig It

I woke up dreading going back to school this morning, I got dressed but wore a long sleeve shirt with a hoodie, it stung like fuck when when I put both of them on, I decided I'd get up later then I usually do, I got in school around 8 so I was only an hour I headed to math which frank "happened" to be in, I opened the door slowly not bothering to do anything, the teacher tutted at me and continued to do things at her desk, I ignored everything and everyone I fell into a deep depression my arm stung like crazy I slumped myself in my chair and got on with copying out of a text book, until I realised frank was looking at me.

"What?" I asked him not looking at him and continuing on with my work

"Can we talk?" He asked he seemed nervous

"No."

"Why?"

I got annoyed and just snapped at him by say "go fuck your girlfriend and fuck off!" I shouted

"Gerard!!" The teacher shouted

"Sorry." I mumbled and slammed the class door.

I stormed down the hall to my locker I did the combination and threw it open, I threw my books in my locker I slammed it closed and started to cry.

I whipped my eyes and went to the toilets, I went into a stall and sat on the closed lid, I went through my bag and round a small rip where I kept my razors, I got on out and pulled off my hoodie and slid my sleeve up, I sniffed and kept crying I dug the razor in my skin slowly ripping the open the flesh blood started to draw I sniffed and sighed at the glory of the pain that until I didn't hear the toilet door open and a small creek from the stall door I was currently in, I heard a small gasp 'shit I didn't lock the door', I looked up and the person had tears in their eyes cupping their mouth with their hand 'fuck' .

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