clovepov.
Thunk, the sound resonates through the empty house. My 'house' only has two rooms, a bathroom and an everything else room.
The sound itself had been a knife hitting the wall, I always did this when I was trying to get rid of my emotions, 'emotions make you weak' his voice taunts in my head 'you are nothing but a weak little clover, I think so and your new school will too'.
that's what it is, I'm worried my school would hate me (I will deny it until the day I die) I'm freaking out, I was always the nerdy, antisocial girl, I want to be more than that, I want a friend.
I've always told myself I don't need friends, but I need someone to confide in and to just tell me it's ok.
Scar just doesn't understand.
That reminds me, my school will hate me for him too, at this school I will end up being 'that slutty bitch with a son at sixteen'.
I sigh, school starts tomorrow and I want a friend, just one. And I will make sure I get one.
One that doesn't hate me for being sarcastic, violent and a mother.
I can do this.
