Thursday, May 22, 2008
Daily Dose of Teenage Angst
It was the second time this week. the second time his sadomasochistic side dominated him. The second time he felt so depressed, that he wanted to kill someone. He could feel anxiety building up at the pit of his stomach as he sprinted towards the boys' washroom. Bumping into random people, harsh comments came to his direction creating a commotion among the crowd.
"Hey, watch it!" A girl squealed from the crowd when he stepped on her foot. He caught a glimpse of her: blonde hair, green-eyes.
"Say anything and I'll kill you." Silly him. He forgot to lock the door. Poor kid, he had to face this sadist.
"I... I... wha-" the boy stuttered trying to make sense out of it.
"Out!" The enraged Devon threatened while the boy tried to regain his composure. With his legs shaking, the boy went out of the washrooms screaming like a sissy.
Devon reached for the doorknob and locked it just to make sure nobody would intrude his 'fun' again. He took a deep breath and next thing he noticed was the pool of crimson blood just near his wrist. He tried to wash it but to no avail the bleeding wouldn't stop. He felt giddy and now he aimed at the wrong spot. So much for being a masochist. He did almost everything but it still wouldn't stop.
"Shit!" he muttered as the bleeding started to get worse. There was only one choice left, to go to the infirmary and ask for help. He bit his lip as he tried to reach for his handkerchief from his bag. More blood came gushing out of the wound as he struggled opening the zipper. He got the 'black' handkerchief and covered the wound to stop the bleeding, or at least temporarily. Glancing at the mirror, he nearly fainted, he was as pale as a ghost.
He didn't know how he reached the infirmary because he started feeling dizzy on the way. He sighed in relief when his hand met the doorknob and saw Mrs. Wilson tending Liam, a guy from Calculus class and the King of Everything. He wasn't the only person in the infirmary. At the side sat Leia, staring intently at his arm covered with the black handkerchief. She looked up at him with a worried look plastered on her face. Opening her mouth to speak, Devon cut her off.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hey, watch it!" A girl squealed from the crowd when he stepped on her foot. He caught a glimpse of her: blonde hair, green-eyes.
The squeal was unbelievably piercing to his ears. By the looks of it, she was one of those flirty girls. He rolled his eyes and continued running.
The deserted washroom's door was ajar. In a swift move, the door closed with a click. He slid his hands inside the messenger bag hanging by his side. A pocket knife was drawn out and the blade came out with a swish. He had a great plan to fulfill his ego trip.Cutting his flesh with the knife, a very painful idea, but in a masochist's mind it was considered 'fun'. Yes, it was 'fun'. A grin crept on his face when the knife was about to cut his flesh.
Suddenly the door opened and closed behind a boy who was shorted than him, probably a freshman. The boy froze when his eyes met the knife in his hands. The kid was going to speak, but he was cut off by Devon."Say anything and I'll kill you." Silly him. He forgot to lock the door. Poor kid, he had to face this sadist.
"I... I... wha-" the boy stuttered trying to make sense out of it.
"Out!" The enraged Devon threatened while the boy tried to regain his composure. With his legs shaking, the boy went out of the washrooms screaming like a sissy.
Devon reached for the doorknob and locked it just to make sure nobody would intrude his 'fun' again. He took a deep breath and next thing he noticed was the pool of crimson blood just near his wrist. He tried to wash it but to no avail the bleeding wouldn't stop. He felt giddy and now he aimed at the wrong spot. So much for being a masochist. He did almost everything but it still wouldn't stop.
"Shit!" he muttered as the bleeding started to get worse. There was only one choice left, to go to the infirmary and ask for help. He bit his lip as he tried to reach for his handkerchief from his bag. More blood came gushing out of the wound as he struggled opening the zipper. He got the 'black' handkerchief and covered the wound to stop the bleeding, or at least temporarily. Glancing at the mirror, he nearly fainted, he was as pale as a ghost.
He didn't know how he reached the infirmary because he started feeling dizzy on the way. He sighed in relief when his hand met the doorknob and saw Mrs. Wilson tending Liam, a guy from Calculus class and the King of Everything. He wasn't the only person in the infirmary. At the side sat Leia, staring intently at his arm covered with the black handkerchief. She looked up at him with a worried look plastered on her face. Opening her mouth to speak, Devon cut her off.
"What are you doing here?"
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