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Gerard and Bob laugh manically as they watch Friday the 13th. A guy in a wheelchair just got Jason’s machete through his head, making him roll backwards down the stairs. I bite my lip. It doesn’t look funny to me. Frank rolls his eyes at his friends’ laughter. I’m just curled up on the chair. Gerard is forcing me to ‘be social’. I agreed to watch a movie with his friends. I didn’t know I was going to have to suffer nightmares from it. I sigh and look down at my chipped black nail polish. I frown as my OCD kicks in. I have to fix that later… Bob looks over at me. I try to ignore him. He has eyes that you swear can see right through you. It’s a bit creepy. I watch as another stupid teenage girl is murdered. They portray women very badly in these movies. They make them look so stupid. Gerard laughs at my pale face. He knows I hate these movies. I don’t understand how someone can watch another person be murdered. I know it’s fake but it’s still sick.

“You don’t talk very much…” Bob points out to me, as if I didn’t notice.

“Really?” I say not taking my eyes off the blood on the television.

“Yeah. Why?”

I shrug and walk into the kitchen. I pour some coffee into my cup and quickly drink it. I wash out the cup and put it back into the shelf. I walk back in and see that Gerard has stolen my seat, forcing me to sit between Frank and Bob. I sigh and sit between them. When the movie is finally over I sneak up to my room to avoid any more ‘socialism’.

I lie on my bed and ignore my stomach’s rumbling. I ignore my slight dizziness. One thing I do not ignore is my arm itching for a cut. I take my sharp friend out of its place, inside an old book for school. I lock the door and begin slicing through my skin. Blood pours out as I continue making more cuts. I clean up my arm and frown down at it. How could something so bad, make me feel so good? Is there something wrong with me? I ask myself that quite often, because I’m sure that something isn’t right about me. I cut, I avoid eating, and when I do eat I puke it back up. I’m not normal. My brother’s no better so I can use him and fly under the radar. He does something, and I’ll do something. What I do goes unnoticed. It’s like If I robbed a bank. Gerard will go and commit murder. He always finds something worse. He likes the attention some, and I hate attention.





Gerard drives to school. I sigh and sit in the back with Bob. I called shotgun, but Frank decided to pull me out of the front seat. When we get to school I quickly get out of the car and walk to class. That way Gerard can’t demand that I sit with them at lunch. His friends are nice but they’re HIS friends. Not mine. I sit in my assigned seat and see a boy in the-usually empty-seat beside on my left. He’s really skinny and he has curly hair. He’s really tall and he has chocolate brown eyes. He smiles at me nervously.

“You new?” I ask the obvious question.

“Yeah… clearly…”

“Sorry…” I look away.

He chuckles “I’m kidding. I’m Ray…”

“Mikey…”

“Is this class hard?”

“English? Not for me, I’m pretty familiar with the language.”

He laughs “I meant is the teacher hard?”

“Not really. Just don’t have a smart ass attitude and you should be fine.”

He smiles “Good.”

“Can I see your schedule?”

He nods and hands me his schedule. We have 1st, 3rd, and 4th together. That’s all but one class. Freaky. I tell him and he raises an eyebrow.

“Really?”

I nod “Weird right?”

He shrugs “At least I’ll know someone…”

I smile and nod.

“Can I sit with you at lunch…. So I’m not alone?”

I nod “Sure…”

He’s kinda cute…