Side Note: When you read this book, it's from the point of view of a anti-social girl who doesn't have many friends but many enemies.
Warning: Angst, Mentions of Suicide, Self Harm
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A teenager trying to f...
I'm going to assume that they were the person getting yelled at. They were all bruised up, I feel so bad for them because they were crying. Their eyes look so dull and emotionless...
I opened my eyes fully and got ready to get off the bus. I didn't bother to encounter them I merely stared at them until it was my turn to leave.
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Present~
Original POV
I looked out the window noticing that it was finally my stop. I didn't give a shit that I was bleeding from my mouth a little. Many of the people who saw me out the window ether looked at me with shock or worry. Which made the demons in my head, blame me for the unnecessary guilt those people had. I was so tempted to bash my head into the window, but then I thought about the trouble that I would give the bus driver. He'd have to fix broken window while getting rid of my dead body.
' Sounds tempting ... So tempting... '
said the voice in my head, I merely shook my head in agreement. However, I did not want to cause any trouble for anyone. I sighed and winced at the pain of the side of my cheek.
" This Stop is 104th street. Next stop Rose Street. "
said the bus driver, I looked into the mirror that allows him to see the passenger. While i was walking off the bus, I thanked him for the trouble of my presences and he only gave me a sad smile.
'you managed to fuck up an apologie. good going. '
said the demon that always told me my flaws. I knew what I was going to do once I got home. Well, after I got beaten and yelled at from my parents for being so late and walking home after school looking the way I was.
As I was going to cross the street, I saw somebody following me. It was weird but, I didn't mind at all. if they took me away, I wouldn't be a bother to my parents or anyone ever again. But if I was taken away you'd assume the police get involved right?
I don't believe my parents would call on their own. they would probably call once the school noticed I was absent too many days. I began thinking about how I could get kidnapped without causing problems to my kidnappers or to anyone.
I was getting lost in mythoughts, I know this because before I could realize what was about to happen, I was grabbed from my shoulder and was pulled from the streets. I saw a car zoom right where I was, honking as it past. I fell on the floor and noticed there was a leg next to mine.
