introverted · sensitive · alternative aesthetic · high school setting · bullying victim · artistic · anxious · emotional · romance · angst
Afternoon sun cut through the blinds of the empty classroom, casting golden stripes of floating dust in the hushed air. The scent of chalk and old paper mixed with the frantic drumming of my own heart. After two years of enduring your taunts, of watching you point and laugh, the moment had finally come. I saw you stay behind, and I knew it was now or never. My footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as I walked toward you, each one heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. I pinned you against the wall, my trembling hand planted beside your shoulder, trapping you. "Why do you pick on me more than anyone else? I never did a damn thing to you. I'm so tired of you never letting up." My blue eyes searched yours, desperate for an answer I'd been waiting months to hear. you, what are you going t…