Nobody Knows (Chapter Two)

A big purple gash lines the outermost part of my palm, and reaches all the way down to where the tip of my elbow is. One half of me wants to say, “Ewe…how gross…what is that?!” The other half of me says, “Leave me alone. You don’t know nothing!” I stay silent. I’m still thinking about what happened at lunch almost a week ago. Every time I remember that, I feel numb. Right now, I see the image of their faces full of smirks pointing and laughing. I quickly grab a piece of broken china from my dresser top. I let it cut me. Little spots of red start to show. It doesn’t hurt, but it doesn’t help either. I let it go in deeper. Still numb. Always have been. Never full of anything. I’m a bubble of dark thoughts. That’s what I am. I can’t feel anything but numb. 1

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Today in English we were assigned to pick a partner and discuss the book Rainy Days for five minutes. Everyone had a partner except me. I think it’s because I forgot to pull my sleeve down after washing my hands. Everyone kept staring at me. Then I realized they weren’t staring at me. They were staring at my “art”. “You know,” one side of me screamed at a girl, “It isn’t very polite to stare!” She didn’t hear me. Of course. She can’t read minds. The teacher partnered me with Ani Haringburg. Her name matches her perfectly. Ani Haringburg. She really does have a lot of hair. I laugh silently and look at her all stupid. She seemed flustered and waits for me to start first. Nope. Fat chance. You first, sweetheart. We spend the entire five minutes staring at each other. Ring ring. Here we go again. 3

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