Every day I follow the same routine. I wake up, I walk to school, I get bullied, I don't eat, I walk to the nearest bridge, I sit there considering why I can't move my feet, and then I go home only to be tormented until sleep. All throughout the day I cough and wheeze however which adds. Every time I cough and wheeze I get closer and closer to suffocation. Yet it's always moving so slow.
I however always say I'm fine and smile. That's why it's near voluntary. Part of me wants to suffocate of course but at the same time, it hurts so bad that I almost cry and scream for someone to help me. There's no way I'll die like this. I don't really want to and I guess there's a reason for that. Especially now as the new boy with red hair and a bit of a sad look walks in and sits next to me. I, of course, have known him longer than anyone else here. We live next to each other but he wakes up too late. I don't know his name or why his eyes make me feel as though he's in my same situation. He looks like he doesn't eat. He rarely sleeps. You can tell those types of things when you stare at the same problems. It's obvious who can't sleep or eat or who has what disorders.
He has ADHD. I can tell by the way he fidgets slightly at his desk. Probably some kind of eating disorder too. He's way too thin for it to be natural. Not to mention the way his eyes cloud. I don't know what this clouding is but I can tell it's no good. However, I can't tell if it's due to his home life or his past school life. That's when I noticed it. He drew stars on his desk using a pencil.
That however is short-lived as a bell rings and a teacher enters the room