I walked down the hall with my eyes glued to the floor. Sometimes I’d bump into walls or better yet my peers.
My basic neon green binder was slapped onto the floor, landing and spilling it’s contents at my shoes. I saw it coming. Mostly because I heard the voices.
“Look guys. It’s her.”
Those assholes voices are what keep me up at night. The feeling of my screams leaving my mouth after their hands touched my face. The crap they’ve put me through.
The misery, the pain, the sacrifice. It puts me in a place I know I should never even think of going. Not even try to step foot. But I completely submerge myself in it.
So it makes me do things like this.
I turned around and grabbed the boy's hair, yanking him off the ground. For the first time ever the tables were turned. They were the ones cowering in fear. While I terrorized them.
“Holy Crap!” The other screamed.
I threw the boy in my grasps across the room, having him hit his head against the blue lockers and falling limp. I didn’t want to hurt them, but I couldn’t control myself.
The boy remaining ran away from me with wide eyes while typing away furiously on his phone. I looked down to my now shaking hands, falling onto my knees.
“What the heck is wrong with me?” I let out in a shaky whisper.
The boy against the lockers shifted followed by a groan.
“We really bring out the worst in you, don’t we?” He said while wearing this disturbing smile before falling against the lockers once more.
I haven’t just taken a step, but I’m now drowning in it. All that I can feel is the dark.