At last, I am out of that stifling room. Safe.
(safe is a lie, you idiot)
I plug in my earbuds and dial up some Linkin Park. The playlist starts on “I’ll Be Gone”, and I hum along as I weave through the buzzing crowd. The buzz tries to pierce my ears, but Chester Bennington’s voice keeps it away. “‘I’ll be gone,’” I sing as I drop my bag next to Liz’s. She looks up at me, smiles, then goes back to Minecraft. Liz loves Minecraft. I personally prefer Sims.
“Dammit!”Liz shouts suddenly as I sit down. Startled, I raise an eyebrow at her. “Damn Creepers got me.” she explains. “Ah,” I say, glancing around in search of Mark. Unable to spot him, I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my Linkin Park songs until I find “When They Come For Me”. A Thousand Suns is amazing. I bob my head to Mike Shinoda’s rap, humming along. “Houston, we lost ‘Randa.” Mark’s voice penetrates my shield, and I stand to greet him with a hug. “Hey, Mark!” His sister, Carly, starts to chant.
“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” I pull away from Mark and glare at her.
“Mark, would you care if I slapped your sister?”
He laughs. “Nope!”
Carly sneers. “You can’t do that!”
I shake my head. “One day, Carly...”
Mark laughs again, snatching one of my earbuds. “Of course,” he says, recognizing the song. I smile at him, and the monster fully retreats.
Lunch ends in a burst of blank beeps, and I am swept into my last class, Creative Writing. I am the creator once more, but now I wield a pencil as my tool. Today, we are working on short stories. Mine is about a girl who is saying goodbye in the most extreme way possible: she jumps off of an abandoned bell tower. Her ex-boyfriend finds her body, broken and lifeless. I won’t be surprised if Mrs. Hyder sends me to counseling for this. I hope I can deny depression. I refuse to resort to drugs or therapy. I can fight the monster by myself. I don’t need a pill or a doctor to do it for me.
(no pill could ever destroy me)