Darkness, thats all I see. I'm floating, mindlessly in it. It's trying to consume me. Eating away at me, slowly. I try to fight, but what's the point anymore? I know if I try to stand up, the harder the falls gonna be. So there really is no point anymore. That's fine with me.

I slowly walk into school. It's still early. I can only see one or two kids. I quickly walk towards my locker. I don't dare look at anyone else. I honestly don't feel like talking at all today. But I know if i don't, theysill ask what's wrong. I don't want that. I crossed the hallway, stopping in front of 76. I spin the dial to 36, looking up for signs of anyone. Then I quickly spin the dial to the rest of the numbers embedded in my brain.

I slide my bag to the front of my legs, opening the flap, I take my geometry book, replacing it with a binder immediately. I place two more small binders into the bag. Closing the flap I pull my sweater sleeves over my hands holding them in my fingers. No one can see. If they see them they'll think they're ugly. I look towards the floor not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. Even though there was no one in sight.

I finally made it to my first hour, my hand reached for the door handle. My fingers extended out when it suddenly flew open. I jumped back in surprise, almost losing my balance and toppling over. I looked up and sighed in relief when I saw it was just the teacher. I slid past him, taking my seat in the back. I laid my head on the cool surface, preparing for the onslaught of teens about to enter the room.