Switched (Michael Jackson Story)

You know me. I sit in the back of your classroom, not speaking or acknowledging anyone. And you make no attempt to do the same.
I'm the one commonly known as 'freak' or 'emo girl' or whatever other name you decide to call me. But all of you have forgotten, I have feelings just like you and I have a name.
My name is Sierra. Last names are unimportant, but if you must know, it's Sierra Marten. And despite what people may call me, I never let them see how much they actually hurt me.
I can't begin to tell you how many times I have stared at a bathtub full of water and thought that only a few minutes and it would all be over. Or holding a knife in my hand and calculating how much time it would take for me to bleed out. But I can never bring myself to do it. To say in the least, pain and I are mortal enemies.

I pulled my hood over my head to hide my earphones from the teacher. Morphine by Michael Jackson played in my ears. Yes, I am a complete Michael Jackson fan. His music, and just him in general, seem to be my only sanity.
The school bell rang, but I almost didn't hear it. I quickly gathered my things and hurried into the hall, only to have someone push my books to the floor. They laughed and walked away. I sighed and bent down to pick them up.
Honestly, I didn't see what was so funny about books falling from someones arms. I didn't find it humiliating. I mean, do these people have anything better to do than attempting to humiliate someone? That seemed to be the only activities here.
I walked to my locker quickly and unlocked my locker. Someone shut it as soon as I opened it, making me start over again. I put in the combination and opened it again.
Another person tried to slam my locker shut, but I had my books in there already and I just let them shut it.
I turned to Aaron. At least I think that was his name.
"Thanks. Thats so gentlemanly of you." I smiled.
He rolled his eyes and groaned not getting his laugh of me having to constantly opening my locker.
I walked off before he had a chance to retort.
Blood On The Dance Floor started to play in the headphones as I walked away from the school. Walking home in this place is dangerous. You could get mugged or worse. But I honestly didn't care.
I walked through town enjoying the music that filled my ears and blocked the rest of the world out. Michael's music seemed to be the only thing that made me somewhat happy anymore.
I glanced at one of the T.V. screens that sat in the window of the electronics store. A small crowd had gathered and were watching the news. Something about.......wait.
I turned around and pushed through the small crowd to make sure what I read was true.
The headline read that Michael Jackson was pronounced dead an hour ago. I stared at the T.V. screen in disbelief. How? He was working on his comeback concerts.......this just didn't make sense.
I slowly pulled my earphones from my ears.
A drug overdose? I thought as the second headline came up.
My eyes looked down from the T.V. as I felt my heart shatter. The already gray world seemed to become nonexistant.
"Good riddance." I heard someone say. "He was a pedo."
I turned to the man next to me who said it. He was slightly taller than me with piercing blue eyes. He looked at me.
Before I knew what I was doing, my clenched fist made hard contact with his nose. I thought I heard something snap.
His hands flew to his nose as he fell backwards from my blow.
I put my earphones in my ears and walked away briskly.
Gone Too Soon began to play. The timing couldn't have been better. The song made me feel even worse, but I made no attempt to change it.
I turned the corner and walked down my street. Huge oak trees lined the pavement and arched over the street like a tunnel. The wind blew dead leaves down the street as they chased eachother in an endless race. Storm clouds rolled in blotting out the sun.
White lightining arched to the ground and seconds later I heard a loud crashing of thunder. Rain began to fall gently as if the sky were crying with me. I lifted my eyes towards the darkening, gray clouded sky. Raindrops fell on my cheeks hiding my own tears.
"Please." I pleaded. "Please just let me die."
There was nothing keeping me here now, so why stay and endure more pain that will never end?










Authors note: Hope you liked it.
~Sandi