Without giving these people a sideways glance, you went to your locker silently and took out the things you need for class and went to your first period. “She just go ahead and already kill herself.” When you walked through the front doors of your high school, you entered part 2 of your living hell. You just left and started walking to school. You didn’t say goodbye to your family when you left for school, there wasn’t any reason why you should. The thought of ending your life had crossed your mind more than once, but you never acted upon it. You hated yourself, your soul, your appearance, your everything. Just saying you hated your life didn’t describe your feelings right now. You wore the long skirts, not the short ones, for a reason. Your clothing was normal, just long sleeves, sweater and jeans and of course your school uniform skirts were all the articles it consisted of. You had all C’s, your eyes and hair were dull, but you somehow managed to not revert into all black clothing. And your grades and your appearance was starting to show that. It was getting harder and harder to keep going on, to keep living. There was a time where keeping everything bottled up inside was easy for you to do, and it didn’t take any effect on you, but that time was in the past. The old saying of being alone but not lonely didn’t apply to you, because you were alone, and lonely. With no friends and it being just you, it was hard. Your school was horrible, being at the bottom of the food chain with the label of ‘freak’. Your sister didn’t give a rat’s ass about you, but you loved her dearly. Waking up to two parents who were more interested in your younger sister because she was a national ranking dancer, while you barely made it by with your grades. Warning(s): heaby mention of suicide and self harm, sensitive themesĪnother day in your own personal living hell.

Hetalia x hated country reader