Tears stung at my eyes, it wasn't the first time I'd felt like this, vehemently sick, throat dry and sore from the argumentative screams. My head was a terrible maze with no easy exit other than death, the blood started to form on the small incision, the only thing in sight was a drawing pin from my notice board and my scissors; those combined with twenty minutes work resulted in the throbbing small mark on my right forearm. I wasn't one to exaggerate but it hurt like hell for something so small, probably only two millimetres or not even that deep and about one centimetre long, but it still hurt, mostly from the repetitive action of dragging the pin across it. Tears began to fall slowly down my cheeks and I let myself loose, I reached over towards my phone hoping for at least one message or a reply from Twitter, nothing, I was alone and a wreck.
I got up and sighed, I had band practise and school today, I had to compose myself, could I though; was the question. Andrew beeped the horn from outside and I trudged out, Bradie looked at me as if realising something was wrong, I dragged the sleeves of my jumper even further down and hopped in the back seat next to him as Andy took us to school. Bradie and I were only in year twelve however Andrew had already left, I sighed and put in my earphones cranking up the volume,
"Shaun, Shaun, hello?" Andy waved his hand in front of my face as we pulled up at the stoplights,
"WHAT ANDREW?" I shouted and he flinched back stunned,
"You just seemed mopey, are you alright?" I smirked and scoffed,
"Fan-freaking-tastic," my sarcasm stung the air around us and Bradie tried to look busy instead of making it obvious he was staring at me. I groaned inwardly and heard my stomach rumble, I hadn't felt like eating and since my parents didn't come home last night I wasn't forced to, I ran my fingers through my hair pushing it back off my face and sighed.
"You sure you're okay? You seem… sick," Bradie had trouble forming a sentence and I smiled at his naivety to the whole interpretation of my behaviour,
"Don't worry about me okay? Worry about yourself, you're more important."