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Watch Me Fall
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I don't own beyblade, only my OC and typos.
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Waves of sorrow rush over me
like waves of water wash over the beach
This feeling of pain is now taking over
how long will this last I sit and wonder
My world is falling
I'm breaking down
it's pulling me under
I'm going to drown
The sunny days
are now all gone
I live in the darkness
that's it I'm done.
-Waves of Fear,
by xofallenangelxo
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Watch Me Fall
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Chapter 1
Pouring Regret
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-/Riley's POV/-
I slung my bag up higher on my shoulder and put my hood over my head as I got off the bus. My father offered to drive me, but I declined; I didn't want my parents to see what kind of life I really had behind those school doors.
I looked at the pavement as I walked along the path, only to have it hit my face as I fell.
"Sorry there, Riley" said a familiar voice. Without even looking, I knew that it was Tala. "Here," he said "I'll help you up."
I turned and looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere, as if he really was sorry for making me fall. I reached out to take his hand, which he took away "Not. Get yourself a life, freak." And he walked away. I sighed, nearly punching myself for believing that he would help me, the school reject, the freak, in front of his judgmental friends. The chances of that were exceedingly close to non-existent.
I slowly started to gather up my things that were sprawled out onto the concrete floor, then walked into the school to find my locker. Number 317. Some may say that that number's lucky because of the 7 or unlucky because of the 13 that was written backwards, or maybe because of both, but I really couldn't care less. I was more worried about what I'd have to tell my parents about the new tear on the pants of my left knee.
I had just finished putting away my jacket and I took out all the books I needed when I heard voices talking behind me.
"Yeah, the freak is so clumsy sometimes, Kai. She just tripped over nothing outside" I heard a girl's voice say. Freak? Yeah, that's me. They've been calling me that since last semester. I turned around to go to my class, but the girl who had called me clumsy was right behind me and she pushed me. I fell to the ground, all of my books crashing to the floor with me.
"Watch where you're going next time, freak." She said to me, with disgusted look on her face. Her little cronies started to snicker. I didn't even look at them. Instead, I started picking up my things that lay scattered on the floor. Someone grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look up.
"Look at someone when they're talking to you, freak" said Tala's girlfriend. She had long red hair that fell in long bouncing curls.
"What could Tala see in that whore story?" I mumbled, looking back down and picking up a stray notebook.
"What did you say?" said Tala as he slightly lifted me by the collar of my sweatshirt.
"Um, I said I was sorry." I said in a louder voice as I bit the inside of my lip.
"I thought so." He replied, dropping me back down, his girlfriend oblivious to what I had just said. It's better that way, though. What they don't know can't hurt me.
They started to walk away as I gathered my things.
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I went to the bathroom because I realized that I was bleeding through my pants on the spot where I tore the part covering my knee. I was looking down at my knee as I rushed to the bathroom.
I got into the bathroom and put my schoolbag on the counter. I rummaged through its contents until I found what I was looking for; some disinfectant and a large skin colored Band-Aid. I applied the disinfectant. It stung, but I didn't care anymore. In fact, it took all my thoughts away from how the wound happened the moment it stung, but then the stinging went away and my thoughts returned to Kai and Tala. I put more disinfectant on my cuts, but it didn't sting anymore. Damn it and it's present cleanliness . . .
I took one last look at the mirror to make sure my eyes weren't red or anything, then I headed to 1st period math, even though there was only 20 minutes left before the bell.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in!" said the stern voice of Mr. Armile, annoyed that someone would disturb his course. I sighed and opened the door, awaiting the lecture that he always gave me when I late.
"Miss Stone! Late again I see. Why are you always late? Your parents pay for you to come here! Time is money! And with all the time you waist you won't be left anything soon! What do you think this is? Some kind of lounge? NO! This is a classroom! My classroom! And in my classroom, I expect my students to be on time! Not barge into the class whenever they feel like! This is a school, with a schedule that is to be followed. Especially in my class. The schedule is a rule! And rules are laws! And you just broke one! Do you think that when you break a law, the police will go easy on you? No! And nor will I! Tardiness is not acceptable! Take your seat and feel free to attend detention after school today, Ms. Stone."
Just perfect. I thought sarcastically as I took my seat in back of the room.
As soon as I sat down, I pulled out my math books and slipped my sketchpad under it so the teacher wouldn't see it when I'd start to draw. Before I even opened the drawing pad, I felt something whiz by in front of my face. Something else, something small, hit the side of my head. I brought my hand to my temple and felt for what it was; a spitball. I sighed. Tala. He was up to what he always did. I could tell his aim was improving every week. I turned towards him and nicely asked him to stop. My response was the wettest ball of paper he could muster right in the middle of my forehead and muffled laughter from his friends.
This is the way it always was; every math class I'd be Tala's target practice. But for some reason, today his spitballs were coming faster and faster. I looked and saw that two of Tala's friends had joined into the taunts. I turned back to my drawing and tried to ignore them. I give up. I need to try and find out one last time what happened to our friendship.
Soon, the bell rang and we were off to another course.
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I headed to my locker and the combination had been changed. Kai had tampered with my lock again. I hit the locker with my fist and my head soon followed. Why does this only happen to me?
"Oh, come now Riley. We both know kissing your locker won't make it open!" said Tala's girlfriend. I turned to see them all smirking at me. I looked at Kai.
"Kai, could you please open my locker? The combination won't work and I know you know the code." I said in a tired voice.
"And why would I know the code to your locker, Stone?" he replied.
"Kai, please. I need my books for chemistry." I said. He just remained there with his heartless glare.
"I told you, wench. I don't have your stupid code. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. It's not my fault you're too much of an idiot to remember three simple numbers"
"Kai, what happened to you? What happened to us?"
" 'Us'? There never was an 'us'." He said
"Yeah, Kai would never go out with a freak like you!" snapped his girlfriend
"That's not what I meant. I meant me, Tala, . . ."
"You wish, freak!" interrupted Tala. "hey guys, look at this, she's not only a freak, she's also mental!"
"No! I meant our friendship! We used to be friends! What happened to that?" I cried out, trying to blink back a few rebellious tears. Kai's girlfriend took out her little pink cell and put it to her ear.
"Yeah, . . . mmhmm. . . Hey freak, it's the village calling. They say they're missing their idiot." Everyone started laughing at her snide remark.
"Well, blondie, why don't you tell them you'll be with them in a minute?" I replied, my eyes still damp, but my sorrow had been replaced by the anger of betrayal sinking in. All hope I once had that Kai and Tala still had part of the two boys I was once friends with had gone. They were definitely not the people I knew; now, they're strangers to me. The Kai and the Tala I knew are dead.
"You little wench!" she shrieked as she slapped me very hard across the face. I stumbled and fell onto the locker. I just slowly brought my hand to my face to where it stung. It was bleeding slightly. I looked at the girl, then at both boys, and left.
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I shut the door to the bathroom and started to cry. Why did they have to change so much? Why did they have to be so caught up with their image instead of their friends? Why are they so happy living a life of lies with a bunch of plastic people? What happened to them? Why did they change? Or were they always like this and I was just too blind to ever notice? Why do they hate me so? What did I do wrong? These questions ran through my head, slashing at my heart and my soul until I felt physically sick and threw up in the sink. I leaned on the wall and sank to the ground.
Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know
Put concrete in my veins
I'd always walk home alone
So I became lifeless
Just like my telephone
When the sick feeling and the anger went away, all I was left with was sadness. Pain. Betrayal. Emptiness. Abandon. Loneliness. Shunned. Alone. Those words echoed through my head over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
I felt around in my pocket until I found what I was looking for; I had in my hand a pair of scissors that I had used to cut the material to bandage for my knee earlier.
Never played truth or dare
I'd have to check my mirror
To see if I'm still here
My parents had no clue
That I ate all my lunches
Alone in the bathroom
I stared at the blades for a moment, entranced by the light reflecting off of them. Then I slowly brought it to my arm and pressed the blade across the skin. Tiny pearls of blood dripped from my arm to the ground. That sight unleashed something within me.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There's nothing to gain
And I can't fight the pain
I started slashing at my wrists again and again with a newfound fury, bleeding all the regret and all the torment of the past three years. A pool of my own blood was forming on the cold ceramic tiles, but I didn't care. Too much of pain, too much loneliness. I can't take it anymore. I just can't!
Teachers said "it's just a phase"
When I grow up my children
Will probably do the same
Kids just love to tease
Who'd know it put me underground at seventeen
At seventeen
I felt myself start to grow weaker, my vision beginning to blurr and my head starting to spin. This world wouldn't stop spinning! Why wouldn't it let me off? I stopped and watched the little crimson droplets slowly fall to the ground, causing tiny ripples to form in the small puddle that had developped.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There's nothing to gain
And I can't fight the pain
Why am I like this? Why is everything so hard? Is my life even worth living anymore?
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
I felt myself get weaker and weaker, my vision becoming even more impaired. I felt the scissors slipping out of my hand and hitting the tiled floor. Tiles as cold as the heart of double-crossers . . .
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
And I just died today
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I woke up with a massive headache. My head was spinning and spinning and didn't look like it was going to stop. I don't know how long I've been out. I heard a bell ring. I looked at my watch; I was out for a whole period. I'd have to get out of here before anyone saw me here. I hear voices fill the hall; kids were getting out of the classrooms faster than I'd like. Girls would come into the bathroom at any time to touch up their lip-gloss, to make sure their hair was all right and to get updates on the latest gossip before the next period started. I leaned on the counter and stared into my reflection.
I was snapped from my trance when the bathroom door started to open. My eyes widened and I ran into the nearest stall and locked the door. I hugged my knees to my chest and sat as still as possible to not be noticed.
"Ew, Jess, look at these puddles on the ground! They look like, like blood or something." Said a first voice. Jess? As in Jessica, girlfriend of Kai? I looked through a crack to see two girls. The one that spoke first had a long mane of flowing blond hair and the other had bouncing locks of copper couloring. Tala and Kai's girlfriends.
"Yeah, seriously. But stop it Mandy, you're like, totally grossing me out! Now I'm not going to eat lunch because of that." said the second as she took out her purse and started to dab on some foundation.
"You never eat anyway." Said the one named Mandy and she fiddled in her purse until she found just the right color of eyeliner.
"At least I have somewhere to eat, not like that wench who always eats in a stall." At this both girls started giggling their sadistic little giggle.
"Too true Jess. But what do you think the freak eats? Sewage?"
"I don't know, she could go in that stall of hers and die for all I care." Said Jess as she applied lip-gloss.
"Don't be mean, Jess." Said Mandy. "She shouldn't die in sewage. Imagine the poor person who'd have to go and look for her?"
"Would anyone even go looking for that freak?"
"Word has it her father cares about her."
"Yeah, but he probably only fakes it because he's like, you know, her dad and everything. He kinda, like, has to." At this, my blood started to boil.
But as I sat there on that toilet, I started to think; what if it's true? What if my parents only pretend to like me because they have to? Because we live in the same house? I don't see why anyone would love me. . . everyone I cared for turned against me in the past, so why wouldn't they do the same?
And as time passed, I got darker and darker thoughts about lies and betrayal from those I once held at heart until it swallowed me like a sinking ship.
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Alrighty then, that was a pretty gloomy first chapter. I combined it with the original second chapter so it's now pretty well double its original size. All chapters should be about this length, so yeah. . .
Okay you reader people, can you please comment on what you think? Layout, taking down the fic, the story so far, anything. Just pour out ya brains!
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