Textiles. Lesson 3 Monday. He fingered the angry red mark on his arm. It was bright and painfull but it felt good to have it. How selfish. He kept his sleeves up all the time in case anybody. He didn't want to be the cause of more pain and anger already. Phoebe and Elen weren't in any of his classes except from Maths and English.
He hated Textiles, or any kind of tech. He couldn't sew for a start and was often so left behind he couldn't finish anything. He sat near the front right by their new teacher, Miss Wilson had a thing about confidence and seemed to always pick on him all the time.
He stood in front of the door. He was late. Brilliant. He craned his neck trying to look through the small window in the door. God how he wished he was taller, as tall as Dan. Dan could rest his chin on Phils head if he wanted to.
Sighing he pushed open the door. All eyes shot towards him. Looking down at his feet he shuffled towards his place at the front and sat down. Miss's hawk eyes burned into him. Phil bit his lip. Miss coughed loudly. "Excuse me" she said dangerously quietly.
Phil raised his head. "Hmm?" he replied. "Do you expect its perfectly all right to just waltz into my classroom half an hour late without an excuse or apologie!?" she fumed loudly. Phil blinked behind his glasses. He could feel everyone looking at him. The worst feeling in the world.
"S-sorry m-miss" he stammered quietly. Miss cupped her ear. "What's that?" she asked sarcastically. Phil's hands curled into fists. He wouldn't be patronized by her. "I don't give a shit" he said simply, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Well that after school detention would be fun to explain to Kate. Good one Phil, this is why you don't speak, he reminded himself bitterly. He sat at the back, not sewing and mulling over everything. He was at the end of a long table. What better way to start the day than humiliating himself in front of twenty other pupils.
Hailey, a pretty girl with shining blue eyes and inky waves of black hair that he had met on his first day pushed past him, followed by half of the class. All females. Phil sighed. He had no friends. How could somebody have so many? It was slightly unreal.
He flicked the needle around on the palm of his hand. Hailey bashed into him, causing the needle to slide into his hand. He didn't cry out in pain or yell at her. Just slowly blinked and sighed. Blood dripped from his hand as the pulled the needle out.
She crouched down beside him. "Aww my gawd I am so sorry, did it hurt?!" she asked mockingly. Her freinds in the background clutched each other just giggling away. Still he didn't speak. He just shook his head and looked away. They all burst into more laughter and hurried away.
"When the days are cold, And the cards all fold, And the saints we see, Are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail, And the ones we hail,Are the worst of all, And the blood's run stale" he muttered under his breath. But what caught his eyes was the blood.
Beautiful and bright red. He let it bleed, running over his skin. Forever bleed.
Lol sorry for the short chapter next one will be longer I promise :)