The day started like any other with a big fat lie to my mother. She handed me my backpack and told me to have a good day at school. I gave her a quick hug and, lying through my teeth, told her I would. I'm supposed to be in my last year of high school. You know, the usual hanging out with friends and enjoying life. However, the lie stems from the fact that I haven't gone in two weeks.
See, I wasn't ever one of the popular kids, but this year has been worse than the others. I made the mistake of telling my friends in one of the unused classrooms during lunch about a crush I had during lunch. Usually that wouldn't be a big deal; however, her best friend overheard. That was what started what I like to call the end of my social life.
Her friend didn't tell her about my little crush. No, what she did was much worse. She just so happened to like a guy who hung around with the in kids, and their group was led by a guy who has been trying to get her to go out with him. Suffice to say he didn't like that I was interested in a girl that, in his mind, was already his.
For the first week or so he didn't do anything about it, and I was none the wiser. But after around a month, I noticed that some people in the halls started to look at me strangely. Even though I thought the looks were strange, I didn't pay them any mind.
About halfway into the next month, I placed my bag in my locker as my day was to start with gym class. About halfway through the period, I was called out of class to go see the principal. Confused but knowing that I had done nothing to warrant getting into trouble, I left to go to his office.
As I entered the office, the principal's secretary had me take a seat outside the principal's office door while she let him know I had arrived. When I sat down, I noticed my crush sitting outside as well, looking almost unnerved. Before I was even able to work up the courage to even talk to her, the office door opened and I was called inside.
Short version I was called in to the office under the accusation that I was suspected of stalking my crush. Crazy, I know. I tried to defend myself, but supposedly there was evidence, and they requested to search my bag to prove my innocence or guilt. Knowing I had nothing to hide, I gave permission. The principal sent the secretary with his master key that could open all the lockers to collect my bag.
Looking back now at all the strange looks and whispers going on in the halls, I should have known something wasn't right. When she returned with my bag and handed it to the principal, he only looked inside for a few seconds before he found something that shouldn't have been there. To my utter shock and horror, he pulled out a camera and some photos I had never seen of my crush. They were all pictures where she obviously didn't know the picture was taken, and even worse, some of them had her in various private positions.
The only saving grace that kept them from calling the police on me was she was always fully clothed, and apparently when my crush, who was sitting outside the room, was talked to after the supposed evidence was found, she didn't want anyone to know about my supposed stalking of her.
Since I had turned eighteen a week prior, my mother didn't have to be contacted, but I was given two options: either I dropped out of school and was barred from entering the premises in the future, or I was to be expelled and the police would then become involved.
So with no choice, I dropped out, and now I have been spending my days lying to my mom, who still thinks I'm going to school every day, while spending my days in an internet cafe by the train station.
Just like every day since, I spent my day looking for part-time work to make the news that I dropped out easier for my mom to handle or watching videos online. I just figured she would take me not going to school better if I was at least using my time doing something productive.
The difference today, though, was I accidentally fell asleep and left late. Maybe you could call it a twist of fate, though, because due to leaving late, I was able to use my situation to do some good. On the way home I went to go through an alleyway that was a shortcut to get home and stumbled upon a scene that made my blood run cold.
My crush was there, lying on the ground out cold, with the guy that had a crush on her and two of his buddies standing there with their backs to me, talking and laughing about something. When I went to get my phone to call the police, I froze as I hit the call button, and then I saw red.
They had just mentioned how they had set me up, which would have been bad enough, but they also talked about how they were all three about to take turns with her and how the pills they gave her should keep her out for a couple of hours so there was enough time for them all to have fun.
Before I even realized what was happening, I felt my first connection with the back of the guy closest to me's head. I remember getting a few hits in and also taking a few, then everything went dark.
Apparently it was a good thing I hit call before I charged in like a reckless idiot because I woke up two days later in the hospital with two cops wanting a statement from me. After interrupting the group, I apparently did more damage than I thought. I somehow held three guys back long enough to hear sirens approaching. The downside is before taking off, apparently one of them had a knife that he managed to stab me with five times before they ran.
I learned from the cops that right after the incident, my crush's best friend admitted to taking the photos that got me basically thrown out of school. And all for the fact that the dushbag that was about to do something vile promised to set her up with the guy she liked if she helped him to teach me my place.
But now the news was out, and I was cleared of the whole mess. After the police left, I was informed that I was going to have to stay in the hospital for a bit, as the damage to my body still has me in serious condition, and I was still in danger and needed at least two more surgeries.
But those surgeries would never come, as during the night I wound up passing away without even being able to say farewell to anyone I cared about.