Status: Trust your mind, it's your own world.
Tears No Longer Cry
Chapter 1: When Dreams Come True.
Chapter 1
As I looked up I saw it, that black blob of dread that crawls through your mind at important times. Why was it searching my mind today? What did I have to prove to someone? Was there an assembly I had forgotten about? No, Much worse.
As I walked into biology, I saw it, a person sitting right beside my seat, I would have to get past him to get to my chair, but how? Maybe I could just space around him? No, there wasn’t enough room… in the end I would have to talk to him. I took slow short steps to reach my desk, why was he sitting here? Surely there was other seats he could sit at, I looked at him cautiously when I reached my desk, I always hated the first week of school, no one knew their place yet. He slowly looked up at me,
“Can I help you ‘Cherry bomb’?” Oh crap. The boy who had taken the seat beside mine was named Jackson Heinz, he was the biggest dickhead in the world. I had met this jerk in 6th Grade when I’d moved to Summerston, I know it’s a weird name for a town, the first day I walked into school I got humiliated by him. Ever had your head shoved into a toilet and then got thrown out the first story window in a rubbish bin? Yeah I know hard-core right? Wrong! When I was 13 he pushed me down 8 flights of stairs and broke both my legs, when I was 14 he stabbed me in the stomach with a 6B pencil, and when I was 15 he started calling me Cherry Bomb after I showed up to school with bright red and pink hair. He slowly looked up at my new cotton candy and baby blue hair that curled out from under my cat beanie, “or should I call you ‘Little Kitty Cotton Ball’?” I blushed embarrassed and hid my face behind me books,
“Y’know Jack if we didn’t know better we would almost say you liked the little freak,” I looked up at Missy Chandler and Kaitlyn Livvy who were laughing,
“Hah! As If! This freak? She could only dream,” Jackson slowly got out of the chair and walked off to sit with Missy, ‘sit with’ being the derogative term with the fact that he WAS basically her chair. I quickly ran around to my corner, threw my books down, swung the ‘surgery curtain’ –as my teacher called it- around and buried my face in my hands.
‘Calm down Olivia… he can’t hurt you, none of them can, just stay in your mind, just stay with your imagination, where the voices can’t get you’
I slowly breathed in and out and imagined my own world, there were others like me, other people who were as scared of the world, we lived in a tree house and all we did was smile, talk, and play games… I was never alone here. Wait… huh? There was a new boy… I couldn’t really make out his face, though I could hear my friends talking to him and just as I heard a thump beside me I heard them utter a name…
Pheonix…
As I looked up I saw it, that black blob of dread that crawls through your mind at important times. Why was it searching my mind today? What did I have to prove to someone? Was there an assembly I had forgotten about? No, Much worse.
As I walked into biology, I saw it, a person sitting right beside my seat, I would have to get past him to get to my chair, but how? Maybe I could just space around him? No, there wasn’t enough room… in the end I would have to talk to him. I took slow short steps to reach my desk, why was he sitting here? Surely there was other seats he could sit at, I looked at him cautiously when I reached my desk, I always hated the first week of school, no one knew their place yet. He slowly looked up at me,
“Can I help you ‘Cherry bomb’?” Oh crap. The boy who had taken the seat beside mine was named Jackson Heinz, he was the biggest dickhead in the world. I had met this jerk in 6th Grade when I’d moved to Summerston, I know it’s a weird name for a town, the first day I walked into school I got humiliated by him. Ever had your head shoved into a toilet and then got thrown out the first story window in a rubbish bin? Yeah I know hard-core right? Wrong! When I was 13 he pushed me down 8 flights of stairs and broke both my legs, when I was 14 he stabbed me in the stomach with a 6B pencil, and when I was 15 he started calling me Cherry Bomb after I showed up to school with bright red and pink hair. He slowly looked up at my new cotton candy and baby blue hair that curled out from under my cat beanie, “or should I call you ‘Little Kitty Cotton Ball’?” I blushed embarrassed and hid my face behind me books,
“Y’know Jack if we didn’t know better we would almost say you liked the little freak,” I looked up at Missy Chandler and Kaitlyn Livvy who were laughing,
“Hah! As If! This freak? She could only dream,” Jackson slowly got out of the chair and walked off to sit with Missy, ‘sit with’ being the derogative term with the fact that he WAS basically her chair. I quickly ran around to my corner, threw my books down, swung the ‘surgery curtain’ –as my teacher called it- around and buried my face in my hands.
‘Calm down Olivia… he can’t hurt you, none of them can, just stay in your mind, just stay with your imagination, where the voices can’t get you’
I slowly breathed in and out and imagined my own world, there were others like me, other people who were as scared of the world, we lived in a tree house and all we did was smile, talk, and play games… I was never alone here. Wait… huh? There was a new boy… I couldn’t really make out his face, though I could hear my friends talking to him and just as I heard a thump beside me I heard them utter a name…
Pheonix…
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:3 YAAAAAAAAAAAY FIRST CHAPTER ON HERE! I hopefully won't forget the password for this like I did for Wattpad hahahha.~Ivory