We All Bleed The Same - A6 Gorefic

"Why don't you ever smile?" my mother asked me.
"It hurts to smile..." I complaned.

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"FUCKING EMO! GO CUT YOURSELF AGAIN!"
I walked with my head down, my books clutched to my chest, my black messanger bag bumped softly at my side against my thigh and my black converses slapped the pavement as I walked quickly down my street. I missed the bus again...

"Hey look at dark-and-pale!" A voice shouted.
I was cornered. Behind the school a group of preps had surronded me, making me stand against the wall.
I stared coldly at the boys, my blue eyes undoubtidly reaching into their very soul. They didn't flinch at the least--atleast not from what I could see.
"You scared Six? Mommy not here to bitch at our parents?" one gwaked.
I clutched my journal to my side, my knuckles going white at how tight I held it. I didn't smeak, I only glared at the over-muscialr boys, all in red sweatshirts and bluejeans.
"We ain't gonna hurt you....that bad." another kid laughed, cracking his fingers.
"Let me go." I said calmly.
"What if we did? YOu gonna go cry to your mommy again about how we played punch the emo? Not that we need to, your eyes are black enough with that eyepencil." he turned to his buddies "who wears eye pencil anymore? I know girl do but this faggot here.." he turned back to me "You just look retarded."
"I'm not emo." I said, growling the word 'not'.
"Pah-leese!" said the only girl in the group. "Has anyone seen the corners of his mouth raise onece? I've only seen him cry like a whimp." she screwed up her face and gave a fake crying noise. "Waah he big bad preps were mean to me! Make them stop mommy make them stop!" her voice was irritably high-pitched when she mocked me.
"I don't smile, unlike you creepy-ass douches." I said, glaring at her.
There was a moment of silence when the leader looked at me, he clenched his fists and drew back his arm and grabbed me by the front of my shirt.
"Watcho just say, punk?!" he growled.
I remained silent. Ice-cold fear prickled down my spine as I watched his enormus hand fly forward and hit me right across the jaw. My head snapped to the side and I crumpled to the ground. All at onece they closed in on me, their feet pummeling my body. I tried to scream but was kicked in the teeth. I curled into a ball untill they slowly stopped. Laughing, they strode off, jumping and hollering at eachother.
I uncorled myself, looking at my brusies. I spat out blood--though I had all my teeth--and pushed myself to my feet. I limped to the bus lane, only to see that the busses had left.
Great. I had to walk home.

My steps were uneven and I fell against the fence a few times as I walked up the neighborhood street. The same jerks where driving continusly around the block, screaming stuff at me and throwing bottles. I held up my middle finger to them as I ran inside my house, locking myself in my room.
I turned on my music. I switched off the lights and closed my curtians then burried myself under my blankets, falling asleep wihin minuets.

I woke up a few minuets before I should've. I looked at my bruises, I looked at my cut lip, I looked at everything in the mirrior. How different was I from society? I just lacked a few things. Weight, emotions, normality...
"I'm not normal..." I said to myself.
I picked up the knife I keep in my room. So I wasn't normal like them? So what? We all bleed the same....
I dragged the knife down my arm, stopping at my finger tips. I looked at the dark red liquid that seeped from the stinging cut, I raised the lines to my mouth and draged my tounge across it, tasting the sweet, somewhat coppery flavor of my blood.
I grabbed up my bag and threw my knife into it, zipping it up and threw it over my sholders.
I stepped off the bus a few minuets later at my school. Preps eyed me, whispering to eachother and pointing to the gash in my arm that was starting to swell up.
"Cutter!"
A wad of paper hit me in the head. I brushed it off and kept on walking to the school.
I locked myself in the bathroom, the only place where I could escape and be by myself.
Why did they have to treat me so different?! I'm not a bad person! I'm fine! I just like different things! Can't the bullies leave me alone for one day?!
"Pah-leese! Has anyone seen the corners of his mouth raise onece? I've only seen him cry like a whimp."
Smile? They did it because I can't smile?
"Heh..." I looked in the mirrior "heh heh..."
Painfully, the corners of my mouth twitched upward, my mouth opened, showing my white teeth. I began to laugh, laugh laugh oh how I laughed!
"HAAH! I'M SMILING! AAANDY'S SMILING! HOWS THAT, REFLECTION?!" I stared at my crazied reflection, his eyes wide open and giggling like crazy then punched the mirrior, sending spiderweb cracks all along it.
The bell rang to signal the start of class. I laughed at the noise, so loud and piercing.
"I'LL SHOW THEM I CAN DO IT! HAHAHA I WILL!" I screamed, pulling my knife out of my bag I ran to my first peroid calss, which I had with all the preps that surronded me.
I swung around the doorway, giggling in pure insanity. I looked at all the kids, they were staring at me like I was crazy.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?! HUH?!" I screamed at all of them, hanging on the doorframe. "HAVN'T YOU EVER SEEN AN EMO GRIN BEFORE? LAUGH? HUH?!" I looked at the prep leader who was sitting closest to me, staring at me in a mixture of confusion and fear. I leaned over his desk, the knife clutched between my thumb and index finger.
"HEEEY! LOOK AT ME!" I giggled at him. I turned to the princess who mocked me yesterday "ANDY'S SMILIN!" I waved my knife in the air.
"HE HAS A KNIFE!" One person screamed.
"MR. BIERSACK SIT DOWN!" The teacher yelled.
I turned to her, I walked slowly over to her desk, giglging softly. She drew back, covering her face with her arms.
"Whats wrong miss? Am I scaring you? You always wanted students to be happy!" I turned back to the rest of the class, looking at all of their fearful faces. I fell to my knees, roaring with laughter. Every year of humorful giggles I hadn't had burst from my chest.
I pushed myself off the floor, grinning at the class. I heard the feet of the other school staff rushing toward the classroom, voices murmured behind the walls.
"Why doncha like me? Huh? I'm just the same! We all bleed red!" I said, pushing the knife to my lips, biting the metal.
"I never laugh I never grin but we all bleed the same!" I said through clenched teeth.
Administrators and staff came in, stading in the doorway. I saw the counsler among them. I turned to them, grinning and giggling again. I took the knife out of my mouth, looking around the room.
"I'll grin...I'll smile...I'll smile forever!"
With those words I pressed the knife hilt to my mouth again, slicing the sides in an upward motion, cutting open my ceeks right up to my cheekbones. Every one of the preps gasped and screamed. I felt blood spurt from my face, stinging pain corsed through my head. I screamed in agony, only making it worse as I opened my mouth more. I fell to the groud. clutching my face on the floor. my blood splattering everywhere....
"I'll smile forever..." I whispered.