Chapter 3:

AN: So, this is part 3! Please leave a review and criticism! I wont take it personally. Also, Ideas are needed, so if you have one, Please Tell ME! Enjoy :3

Cry's PoV:

Back at school, all is normal. The other kids stay well clear of me, and I wait for Felix and Ken. When they arrive, conversation starts up as usual, funny things, boy things, whatever they feel like talking about; but somehow, I can't join in. My head is throbbing, stuck in an endless loop of screaming and shouting, cursing and crying. I should be used to it by now; it happens every night. Then again, according to my mother, I'm a weak failure, and a mistake. The horrible and torturous comments swirl around my head, nagging at me, sneering and snarling, smirking at my incapability. You're a mistake, a failure, and you were never meant to be born! I wish you would just clear off out of my life and leave me alone! Maybe then I could have some fun! I sigh as the sickening remarks enter, leave and re-enter my mind. Why, just why am I such a... A failure! A mistake! An outcast! I'm not meant to exist, why am I here? Why! Tell me that, you bastards! Tell me that, society!

Gasping, I awake in the matron's office, covered in a thin white sheet the colour of snow. It's keeping me warm, yet only to the extent of what I need. I hear voices, familiar ones. Pewdie? Ken? No, these are not their voices. I recognise them as Mr. Dixon, matron and... The head teacher? I shoot bolt upright, swivelling my head around to see if my deductions are true, and to my uttermost terror, they are.

"Headmaster... Sir?" I croak, my voice hoarse and hurting.

"Ah, Mr. Terry! I see you are awake!" He smiled at me, inspecting my condition.

"Why... Why am I-" I begin, but I am immediately cut off by Mr. Dixon.

"Please let the head speak, my boy!" He said, gesturing to the headmaster.

"Yes. Well, where to begin. Do you remember anything?" He asked.

"Well, I was in form and... Um, nothing else, sir." I reply, mentally questioning my temporary state of amnesia.

"That would make sense!" The head said. "You were reported unconscious by your friends, Felix and Kenneth, just minutes after Mr. Dixon here walked in!"

"My... Friends? Oh! Are they O.K? Felix and Ken?" I ask, panicked. If anything happened to them, then, then, I don't know what would happen to me!

"Your friends are fine, they're just in slight state of shock after seeing you collapse before their very eyes. For now, Mr. Terry, you will have to stay in the matron's ward. We will discharge you later in the day, so you can get back into your daily routine and lessons. Is this O.K with you, Mr. Terry?"

"Yes." I say, simply.

So, I collapsed. Why? Why! Tell me that, society!