The Right Way

I jolted up in my full sized bed, sweat dripped off my face, and onto my black sheets. I glance over at my digital clock hanging on my wall. 6 fucking 30 in the morning. I have to get up for school. I groan at the thought. My parents tell me to be more positive. Yippe, I get to go to a place filled with people that hate me because I don't meet their stupid little standards. Just because I would rather wear black tee shirts than preppy Hollister shirts. Because I don't fit in. Well sorry Mother I just don't feel like being happy right now. I glance down at my arms. It doesn't even look like skin anymore. Nothing But scars. Oh Well. But I won't have to deal with it for much longer. My suicide date is April 1st. How fitting. That way my parents will see that my depression was not a phase, was not a joke. I'm not kidding. I'm Not O-fucking-kay. It's currently December, so I have roughly four months left. I have no friends, little family that doesn't even care, nobody will miss me. So why the fuck not. I throw on long black skinny jeans, a black tee, and a black parade jacket I found at Halloween shop. I ran a comb through my long-ish black hair, leaving it so I would have a streak of hair covering my right eye. I walked straight out the door, not stopping to eat breakfast. What's the point in eating if you're going to be dead soon? It was a very long walk to school. I put on my headphones, blaring Green Day until all the sounds of the outside world were lost.
I walked past two cheerleaders pulled over in their blue convertible, I was unsure of the model. I was never into cars much, so I couldn't tell by glancing, and I also didn't care enough to look. I was hoping they wouldn't notice me. But sure as hell they did. I heard them giggling in a very high pitch. They whispered a bit and I started to walk faster. "Hey Dipshit!" I ignore them. I want to run, run away and never stop running. But I just keep walking. The giggles continue. " Don't be scared! I know you have probably never talked to a girl before, But it's okay! We won't bite!" I turn the corner so I'll be out of their sight. I run. I run so fast that it seems like seconds before I am at school.
I spent four miserable years at this place. I was a happy kid, I had friends, I even had a girlfriend. She was the most popular girl in the eighth grade. Kerri House, she was beautiful. But she called me one day and told me that she had found someone else, and that we were over. I was cool with it, really, But then she told everyone that I had cheated on her. Everyone loved Kerri, so everyone believed her. They shut me out. All my friends left, and come High School, I was completely alone. I was ignored completely, and soon targeted. They called me fat, ugly,homo, fag, man-whore. I slowly became emo. By Sophomore year I was full on dead inside. My only friend, a black eyeliner pencil and an electric guitar.
I walk up to the doors, already help open by the flood of teenagers flying in. I open my locker and as usual, notes fall out. I decide to humor myself and read one. I cracked a smile as I read, "Hey Iero, suck any cock lately?" The usual. But much to the surprise of the entire student body, I am straight. I smile as big as I can as I walk down the halls, just for the agony of others. Just to hear, "What the hell is he smiling about?"

Notes

Okay, sorry for shitty quality, it's my first fic. I'm not actually sure if people will read this, so if you are please comment or something.