Don't go. Those are the only words I hear. Actually, the only thing I hear. My mother's words bouncing around in my head after piecing my skull. My dad left after seven years trying to raise me, but I guess I ws too hard of a son to raise. I didn't want to get up as my alarm clock rang out, reading 7:01. I got up and groaned at the thought of another day of misery in school. Everyday I do the same thing, get up, get dressed, eat, sloppily do my hair, and leave. I don't like school too much, then again, I only have one friend to talk to. But he was always with people I didn't enjoy too much. His name was Alex, and I've known him since 7th grade. I was a junior in high school now, and so was he. We've been through so much, and I could never let him out of my life. He is the best. He always gets all of the girls, everyone likes him, he is funny, and just always was the popular kid. I'm not sure how we became friends really, we're like complete opposites. I guess it was because he was shy and quiet when he first moved here. Every girl drooled over him. I'm not sure why, I was just always happy to see him. Everytime I saw him I smiled, and my day just got better. I guess it was just his mood. I realized I spaced out while straightening my hair, and my hair was fried beyond belief. God, it just looked absolutely horrible. Then again, who am I going to impress, not like people know I exist.It was so hot out, and I looked at my shorts, about to put them all, then I remembered I couldn't, my hand grazing all of the bumps and lines on my legs.That's when the disgust, and shame, and he all came back. He being the voice in my head that has recently become the most familiar voice I've ever known. He has almost become a close friend. It almost sounded like my voice, but a little bit more insane, more pleading, more demanding. He said "Still thinking about those? Here's how it goes, they're perfect little lines, and you're a far from perfect, needy, cowardly, broken, weak piece of shit." I thought to myself, "No, you're not getting to me today, I'm going to have a good day today. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, giving myself some slight hope of confidence, as I grabbed a piece of toast to start to walk to school. That's when my mom stopped me, calling my name from the kitchen. I walked in, giving her a fake smile, making it seem like I was happier than I was. My mom spoke up and loudly announced "Don't go yet" her words digging into my flesh, tearing me apart, making me flinch "I need to tell you, I'm not going to be home after school today, I have to go to the doctor's." I smiled again, responding "Alright mom, thanks" and kissed her goodbye. Today was a half day today was the first thing that slipped into my mind as I walked out my wooden door, heading to school. My school was only two blocks from my house, so it was a short walk. I rushedly kept fixing my hair while walking, not realizing I was already almost there. I walked into the doors, hearing the loud noises of thousands of people talking at once. I looked around nervously, hoping to see Alex alone. I found him, but he wasn't alone. I let out a sigh and went to my locker, not needing anything for my classes I put everything away. I rushed to my class, trying to avoid everyone, but that's when I heard a bang and felt a sharp pain in my back. Ethen shoved me against the locker nearest to me. He mockingly asked "Dude, what the fuck, I heard you got the hots for Alex. Do you? Are you a little queer?" I nervously responded "No, of course not, he's just my friend." He let me go and laughed, talking about it to his friends immediatlely after it happened. I went to my class and the rest of the day flew by, I was lost in thought. I even stayed up late, all with just one question on my mind. Did I like Alex?

Notes

Alright, this is the first chapter I have ever written. I hope you guys like it and give lots of feed back. Like longer or shorter chapters? Title reference and credit :Bring Me The Horizon