A/N: Here is the second chapter, sorry that it took so long to update ^^

Kendall's pov:

I arrived at school at last, walking through the corridor, everybody was looking at me, they all look at me as if I was some kind of freak, they alway try to avoid me as if I was some kind of plague, that's by I don't have any friends, well I don't give a damn anyways, they all prejudice me, they don't even try to know me, they only spread rumours about me.

I walked into my first class and sat in the back row alone as always. I have German class now, how much I loathe this class, well all classes to be more exact, my teacher mrs. .whatever her name is, I don't even bother trying to learn the names of my teachers, because they all hate me anyways.

-Voice-

Yeah, of course they hate you, who would like you anyways? You're fat, ugly and stupid; I bet they know how you slit your wrists every day.

I shake my head trying to get rid of the voice. My teacher walked in with a smile like always with her coffee in her hand, she always drinks coffee and I bet that she is addicted to it. She walked to her desk and sat down looking around if anybody is missing, her gaze landed on me and instantly her smile is replaced by a snarl and her once sympathetic and understanding eyes in to a glare. I hate that look so much, she never liked me, and even at the first day of school she gave me that look. Teachers always give me those kinds of looks, hell they don't even try to try to understand me or give me a chance to prove them wrong about stupid rumours that they hear, they only judge me with the things they hear.

She stopped glaring at me and started of her lesson. I automatically tune her out and look out of the window since the world out there seems so more interesting than the shit that spills out of her mouth. I don't even care that she hates me or the other teachers, the weather isn't great either, it started to pour when I entered my class. Great! I didn't bring a rain jacket or an umbrella. I think God hates me and tries to make my life as miserable as possible. Nothing good ever happens to me. I don't even know why I'm doing in this clad anyways, it's so boring. I packed my stuff and stood up, leaving the classroom, not caring if it's in the middle of the lesson or my teacher yelling at me to come back, it isn't like the first time that I do something like that. As I walk out school not caring if it's raining cats and dogs, I take out my iPod and headphone, tuning the volume up as loud as possible and walk home. I don't know but this all seems so surreal as if I was in a nightmare hoping that I would wake up someday and everything would be ok. My only excuse for my behaviour at school is just that I'm tired; I'm tired of the same routine, seeing the same people with their fake smiles and pity or disgust in their eyes and doing the same things every day. I just want a break, a break from reality, is it too much to ask for to just have a fucking break!

I arrive home, not caring if i was wet or not and decide that it isn't worth baring all this shit, I know this is a quick decision but I just can't stand it anymore it's not like they would notice my absence or anything, so I walk to the bathroom and made myself a bath, I looked at myself in the mirror and see a teen with dull hair, frail looking body and dull lifeless eyes.

Once the bath was filled I stripped until I was in my boxers and slipped in. Taking the blade I hid, I slit my wrists and let out a hiss. At that time I wasn't thinking anything except for that stinging feeling and not about my family or what they would think or do about it, I admit that it is selfish but at this moment I just don't give a damn anymore. I hear the voice in my head laugh and congratulating me for wasting my life and etc. I started to feel tiered, my eyes closing and darkness enveloping my mind.

Peace at last.