Skephalo story that's crap

Chapter 5

Oh god, not again.
I was never good and making up excuses, since I never really needed them. I'd really use some right now.

"I just wanted to get some fresh air"
He sighs at my answer.

"Zak, if you wanted to get some fresh air, you wouldn't be gone for almost an entire lesson."

How or why does he know?

Doesn't matter.

"Where did you go?" he asks.
"I only went to get myself chocolate. The shop is pretty far so it took me long."

He seems wonder about something for a moment.

He glances at my stomach for a split second.

He's probably thinking about the scar...

"If you're about to ask me if I'm okay, then yes, I am and no, I don't need help with anything."

I look away.

I'm only running the mood. Why does he bother talking to a burden like me?

I'm only an unworthy little shit that doesn't even deserve friends and keeps avoiding them for no reason.
People online think I'm a nice and helpful person, while in the reality, I'm the complete opposite of that.
I don't even know how people think of me as somebody to actually notice, to be exact, I once-

"Zak!"

I break out of my trance, realizing I started overthinking.

"Sorry, you zoned out."
He says with a bit of guilt after I tensed up, startled.

"Oh, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. It was just slightly unexpected, but that's not your fault."
"I'm just dumb." I blurt out without thinking. I often do stuff like that.

"You're not."

"Huh?"

"You're not dumb!"

"I am, though!"
Oh god, here we go. This could go for forever. I don't care, I have time.

"You're not dumb, you're smart!"

I chuckle "I wish. But thanks."
"I'm still an idot."

"You're a what?"

"an idOt!" I say, my voice cracking.

"That word doesn't even exist!" He responds, cracking a smile, probably because of how childish of an argument this is.

"Well, now it does!"
He facepalms as I say that.

After a couple seconds, we break into a fit of laughter, getting a few glares from the people around.

Okay, that worked. It seems that he already forgot about me skipping class.

"What time is it?" I decide to ask, not having anything else to say.

"I don't know, I left my phone in my locker."

"I hope it's not soon, I'm too lazy to go to class right now."

"So am I."

I look around, seeing my best friend, Vincent.
He isn't that much of a good friend, but I can tell it isn't intentional.
It's kinda similar to how I used to be in middle school.
He acts like he doesn't care about anything, and he doesn't know how to support people emotionally.

He's the only person in school that knows I harm myself, but he probably thinks I stopped.

When I told him, he didn't really seem to care, but he didn't stop me at first. I simply randomly mentioned it to him before class. I hinted towards it a lot, but since I'm terrible at keeping my own secrets, I told him.

The way I'm so opened about depression disgusts me. I'm always looking for some sort of emotional support.

I'm just an attention seeker.

I hate it.

I sometimes 'jokingly' mention how I'm gonna hurt myself, cry etc.
It's weird, I'm never serious about my depression. I openly say stuff like that as if it was nothing.
Whenever that happens, he says that he will contact my mom about it. That's when I stop, I don't want her to worry about somebody useless, do I?

Vincent glances at me and Darryl. Should I talk to him?
...Nope.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I never know how to end conversations. I don't know how to begin them in the first place.
There's no point in ending it without a reason.

I look back at Darryl. I can clearly see him talking, but for some reason, I can't figure out what he's saying.

Noticing my empty stare, he waves a hand right in front of my face.
I'm aware of every single action happening around me, yet I can't seem to be able to react.

After a couple seconds, everything is back to normal.
What just happened?

Oh, he's looking at me. I should probably answer.
Before I can say anything, he asks
"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, uhh, I don't know, guess I just zoned out." I say in my typical, distant voice.

He sighs.
"Anyway, class is about to start. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"...Okay."

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I got anOTHER idea for this based on myself so I quickly finished this, going to sleep now
will probably make a massive timeskip on the beginning of the next chapter
probably a 1 month one cuz last actual chapter was 3-4 months ago and I've changed a lot overtime-

I'm not even checking it for mistakes I don't care, not right now-

It'll probably take super long for another chapter just like always