The Nerd?UNEDITED

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~ means "Narrator's moment"...

I hate life. It was filled with endless depression, anger, and fear. Life was a place where almost no one called home, cause in the end you die; we're all human. There's no such thing as another life, a life like immortality. There won't be an Edward Cullen waiting for you at the end of the road, it's all a lie.

Sure, everyone does have a purpose in life. But when that purpose is fulfilled, they die. They can't have any more purposes nor can they live longer just to see their purpose that they'd fulfilled - No. They die.

If there was such thing as a Dracula, then how come no one is able to live longer? If they've found vampire skeletons and assume there's more, then how come no one is found dead, like in the movies.

Bingo. Keyword - movies. But I mean sure, Vlad Tepes is real, he's just human. It was a coincidence that Bram Stoker pointed the finger to Vlad. And even if I'm wrong, in the beginning of the late seventeenth century throughout the eighteenth century there were stories of the undead, which had sparked interest into others, soon causing vampirism and reporters, thus bringing Bram Stoker the idea.

And unfortunately, I am currently arguing this over with my History Teacher...

But I'm heading off track. My point is: Life is basically a rode to death and on that roadway there, it's an endless road of many types of torture.

"Since you want to argue with me in a matter of history, you will write a 12 page essay on your reason of this discussion in a matter of 2 days," he scolded, glared at me through his chocolate rimmed glasses.

I masked my mischievous glint with a scowl, glaring back from my thick, black rimmed glasses. I hadn't responded back to him, only glaring. And if the famous term of "If Looks Could Kill"...well, you see my point.

The bell rung, interrupting my scorching gaze from bubbling his flesh, signaling that it was time for lunch.

I trudged my bag over my shoulder, soon practically crawling out of the classroom.

I told you that I had hated life, right?

"MOVE IT, NERD!" Was the first thing I heard before being body slammed into a random wall, soon getting smacked on the cheek with something sharp, breaking my flesh, soon causing a hot liquid to run down from the area.

"DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN?!" I heard another male voice practically snarl in my hear.

Luckily, my glasses were still intact, so once I had felt the hot liquid drip from my chin to the back of my palm, I noticed the deep crimson that continued to dripple down from my chin and onto my palm. soon running down to my baggy jeans.

"You better apologize, Nerd," a female voioce this time hissed.

No. Never in a million years. This was a crime that I hadn't even commited and they think that they can just come up to me and accuse me for something that I hadn't done, then pressure me to apologize?

"Never," I hissed, soon getting smacked again with the sharp object.

"I can do this all day," he hissed menicingly, letting out a deep chuckle in the process.

These people were sick. This was one of the reasons why I had hated life, why God probably hadn't even loved me. But at least it makes sense, I mean, I shouldn't have been given the joys of being with Noelle.

I am a disgrace to all. And when I die, I probably won't go anywhere. Not to heaven nor hell. God probably purposely gave me that "blessing". In fact, I should just kill myself right here and right now in front of a school's worth of teens. And I wouldn't be surprised if the teachers were involved.

"Go ahead," I croaked unemotionably.

And that was when it happened, when it was shown that I wasn't needed in this deadly world any longer.

"Do it!"

That was what had started the chant of the large crowd that had surrounded us.

Where was Jacob in all of this? He probably was chanting along with them, laughing off to each punch the random jock had thrown at me, each time his knuckles had came into contact with my flesh.

"RYAN, RYAN!"

Oh, so it was Ryan Kingsley who was attacking me thhis time, Well, this was a bit of a surprise considering that he was silent one of the whole cliche popular group. In fact, I don't think that he's ever verbally nor physically hurt me.

I guess he was tired of being the silent oddball of their group...or this probably was one of their forced dares to do unless the person was forcefully was kicked out of the group.

Suddenly, I had felt the same familiar feeling I had gotten when everything had dropped; his hands were on my ponytail. Images of my Dad when he had first layed hands on me popped up into my head, causing warning bells to go off into my head.

For the first time in forever, dare I say it... I cried.

"NO! DON'T, PLEASE!"

You could almost hear my tears smash against the concrete from how silent everything suddenly gotten. What happened to lunch, classes, the bell? Did time suddenly hate me? What happened to the saying, "Time Waits For No One"?

...That was a good anime movie by the way.

"T-Then watch where you're going, Nerd."

And just like that, everything was over. What happened to the saying, "Saved by the bell"? Literally after he said that, the bell suddenly decided to make it's appearance.

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That was what started it, that had clicked deep within me that had soon enough turned into an addiction...

I went into a cutting phase.

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By the time it was time to reach home, I took out my spare glasses and replaced them with the crumpled one Ryan had broken. I then made my way to my new home.

I had needed a release of some form to relieve my pumped up pain and depression if god had willed me enough to stay on this death trip of a world. The only thing I had to do now was to find something to help subside it.

"Hey, Beautiful," I heard a deep voice slur for behind, causing goosebumps to pop from beneath my flesh from all over. "Why don't you come over to Big Daddy for a moment, huh?"

But was the voice talking to me? Wait, of course the voice was, this street was empty the last time I checked. So did that mean that I was pretty or- No. It meant that I should run.

Immediately, I was snapped out of my small trance and sprinted down the street.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!"

I wonder if the person who owned that voice would fall considering how both fast I was running and how slurred his voice was. But what had brought me back to my thought process was: What if I had listened? I did say that I had wanted a release, so that was probably a sign that I should've taken and followed straight through.

No. I had to keep running. I'm sure that Mother wouldn't have liked to see her daughter come home at midnight with her virginity long gone.

And that was when I suddenly had felt something sharp stab my side, causing me to shriek not in pain, but in fear. I do remember telling you about how I hadn't felt pain any longer from all of these years, that my body had grown use to it, that all I had felt now at this point was numbness.

I looked down and saw my hot blood dripping from the side of my grey shirt and onto the cold concrete beneath us.

I crumpled into the concrete, causing my flesh to scrape against it a bit. I had felt helpless in that exact moment. I was kind of thankful that Noelle was here to see nor experience this. I wanted her to stay young and innocent forever. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to achieve neither of them; she was beaten to death.

But the deep cut had kind of felt good now that I had thought about it. In fact, the more I had thought about it, the more that it had pleased me; cutting...

"You're weak, I'm kind of deciding whether or not if I should screw you."

Please, don't.