There’s only so much time you can spend wasting away in your bedroom. Tord sighed as he saw the words he had plastered to his phone, the alarm going off over and over again, the vibrations it was emitting nearly knocking it off the table. Try to keep yourself motivated! His therapist had told them, listing off different ways to calm any sort of stress, and how to refrain from grabbing a knife.
If only it worked.
Tord ripped the message off his phone and finally clicked the button that shut his phone off, pushing the gray sheets off his bed. New school. New Tord. The teen sighed as he looked at his reflection, his eyes darting to the clock that sat next to it. Well, being late wouldn’t kill him, he supposed. He could just say he got lost. That was what new kids were allowed to do, right? Don’t make these kinds of assumptions. he scolded himself, automatically beginning to rush. Shoving a gray hoodie over his pink t-shirt, not bothering to change the jeans he had fallen asleep in, slipping on converse then rushing out the door. His parents weren’t there, they were at work. A small note from his dad wished him good luck, with a small flower crown as a present. Tord’s eyes lit up at the small gift, shoving it on his head before rushing out the door.
After several minutes of sprinting, he managed to find himself at the school, gasping for air, but also not being able to breathe at all. This could be horrible, or this could end well. Had things changed in five years? He hadn’t exactly been in a school in seventh grade, that was when everything had gone downhill, putting his life on the line, and he had referred to homeschooling instead. Insults rang through his head as he got closer to the door, as immature as they were, they still stung. No. No tears. New start. his brain forced him to hide the tears. Just hide yourself. If you stay hidden, no one notices. If no one notices you, no taunts will come your way. the voice continued, and Tord found himself with his hand on the door, pushing it open, he walked in.
Immediately trying to force himself to the side, he managed to duck under arms and weave around bodies in a slow but steady fashion. Now it was just trying to figure out where the room was. Glancing up for a second, he found himself looking at several different students, and automatically felt dizzy. He would just have to watch his feet for the rest of the year, though he didn’t know if he was okay with that. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he continued to walk, slowly gaining enough courage to look up once every few minutes.