[Hey! So I wanna thank you for clicking on this story<3 and if you don't like this chapter and are just her to hate, guess what:
You hate me, I hate you. You still took time to look at this though, so thanks for the extra view!
Also saying in advance: There will be swearing. I don't plan to bleep or change it so you can just change it. Also if you are easily triggered by suicidal stuff or cutting, etc. This probably isn't for you.
Again thank you and let's get starTeD...]You're walking in the darkness. Only the dim light from the end is making your pathway visible. The weird thing is though, you can't sew yourself nor feel yourself. No matter how hard you try, it's as if you're not real. That's because you aren't. You have just died. It wasn't how you wanted it to be, but that's how it went. You can't change that and you can't see how people are taking it. Slowly in your vision, your hand becomes opaque, but there. So does someone elses. You can't make out who it is, but you desperately reach out for it. As the fingers touch, both disappear. Your lifelesd body falls into nothingness and began to cry silently. Your voice only reaching your own ears. Laying on the cold ground, all you feel before your final breath is something on your shoulder. This brings your head to their lap and holds you tight before your eyes shut while turning to a lighter color and your face goes pale. You fade away into nothing. You can't change that and you can't come back. And now-
"Y/N! Get up brat!"
Hearing that made me slowly come to reality. Although today I was only waken up do to what I'm doing today.
Going to a new school.Now I'm not really excited, actually: I'm not excited at all really. Why?
Well, every school is the same. It has it's groups, it's stereotypes, it's clubs and then it's drama. And if you can't fit into any of those, you're known as the freak or outcast.
See AlsoApril 15th New Feature and Bug-Fixing BuildA Guide to Elimination - Chapter 3 - KikiNutSurvey Results and New BuildSurvey Results and New BuildI've always been in that group. That group was for the lonely people who could care less about others and how they feel about what you are.
No matter what I did, I was born with the monotone and gentle personality. This slowly made me paranoid and I've been in therapy since I was about 10. It didn't help and I have to take pills for depression. I don't want to. I'm kinda okay with what I am, but to fit in I guess it's 'the best' for me.
As I finally started getting ready, I saw the uniform I tampered with last night. It didn't cover that arms and I cringed at the thought of anyone seeing your bruised and cut up arms.
So it now had wrist length, flowy like sleeves.Now my legs were about the same problem. Bruised and cut up. For this I wore stocking that were just a bit lower than than thw skirt which was ridiculously short. My stockings were cat, [color] ones. It really helped when trying to be happier.
For hair, I pulled up the top half into a bun and left one strain down in a braid with the bottom parts in which I flat ironed.
I grabbed my backpack which wad also kitty themed. It was blackand had sewn ears to the top along with a small nose and whiskers stitched to the front large pocket. I also grabbed my phone, earbuds, some books, some notebooks, pencils, etc.
Right as I finished brushing my teeth I heard the shout of your father. "Get in the car already!" It was loud and from outside he could've attracted a whole crowd.
Quickly grabbing my daily pill, I hesitantly walked outside and in the car's passanger seat. "I-I'm ready, sir." I said clear, but stuttered
"I can't believe I have to drive you to school and have to take you to f*cking therapy." He spat as he started pulling out onto thw road.
I winced at the comment and shamefully looked down. "S-Sorry, Sir.."
"You better be." He scolded with gritted teeth. I stayed silent, took my pill and starred out the window the entire time.
While this trip was only around 10 minutes, We passed kids that were going the same direction so I assumed they were going to be part of the new school I was attending.
[3rd Person]
Only moments after were we right outside the school. Looking up at it through the car window, the thing snapping you out of your thoughts was your father who got out of the car. He opened yours and started to pull you out. You landed on your knees, but were quickly pulled back up and were now getting forcefully dragged by the shoulder.
Students that normally walked in with the large group starred as the new girl was pulled through the crowd and into the building.
The weirdest part being, she only winced and had one tear fall. Her face stayed unemotional.
Once outside the office, your dad hit the back of your head, making you rise. The two of you quickly change moods to fool them and walk in.
"I assume you are Y/N L/N, yes?" She asks, looking up from her computer.
The girl sheepishly nodded. "Y-Yes.. That's me.."
OKAY-
So I finished my first chapter 🙏
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Should she join a club?
Who should be her closest friend?
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