There’s not a whole lot of people out there you can trust, especially the ones who you thought to be your best friend for years and one day you get notice that all those years were filled up with words of lies. Stuff like they cared and loved you, and you gave them everything, when they said jump you’d say how high? And one day you fall in love with them and they toy with your emotions because they know it but just want to play with you and humiliate you…

Here I am, lying on the ground of my bedroom, music blaring but I don’t seem to care who’s around or who can hear me in my desperate need for noise to block out my emotions. The only thing that surrounds me is a pool of tears by my sides. I was once the most alive girl you could name, now people don’t even recognize this hidden side of me, I’m broken and I’ve been put through nothing but pain. You can’t trust anyone, I support myself and only myself. I’ve learned since that day that my so called ‘Best Friend’ told me she never thought of me as her true friend and used me only to get back with her old friend, I spent that night letting out every tear I had stored away in my body and I kept my surroundings silent.

1 year later from that day…

I’m now on my way to class and every time I walk in I get the usual glares and comments. I shrug them off as usual and pretend that I’m alone in the class, it never ceases to fail but it’s always worth a try hoping maybe one day my technique will help me survive 1 more year of High School.

"Dyke…" Was muttered by a guy sitting in the front.

"Freak…" Another one added to keep the thrill.

I sat down in my usually seat at the back hoping not to draw attention to myself, I was worn out like a beaten puppy with its tail in between its legs. I lived simply just to survive on my on humiliation, it’s not like anyone loved me, my Dad has been dead for 6 years and my Mom comes home each night drunk off her rocker and doesn’t even know my name half the time, she finds me disgusting and I’m the reason to her drinking since I failed her as a daughter. I get by each day as a ‘loner’ as they call it here at King High’s finest, I walk the halls hoping one day I meet someone like that one ‘Best Friend’ I thought I had, except the only thing different would be that instead of lies coming out, there would be the truth. One thing is certain; it will be hard to break these walls I’ve put up for my own protection against outside opinions and help.