Before I turn 17

Mathew entered the class late as usual and the teacher gives him a look while he manages to ignore the stares from his bully and sit nervously on his seat . "Dude why are so late ?" He releases a breath out of frustration ignoring his friend behind him . He blends in the class with full mind concentration leaving the excruciating secrets at home . When the bell rang the teacher came forward to talk to him handing him the assignment paper . "You failed again Matt." He says trying his best not to be rude . He looks at Mathew's arm and sees a fresh cut sliced through his skin . Mathew notices him looking at it and instantly he puts his sleeves down . "I will try better next time." he says hastily as he puts his bag on his shoulder getting off his chair . His teacher nods saying nothing . He had questions in his eyes , questions that didn't have a solution . He was scared for the little boy . Getting out of the class room the bully trips him down using his legs . Mathew fell on floor smashing his jaw . The crowded room didn't didn't pay heed to him . His jaw bleeds but he doesn't feel the pain. Pain doesn't control his body anymore. The bully leaves the ground with his friends mocking at him . His friend pulls him up holding his arm tightly and helps him to reach the washroom . "Why didn't you say anything?" Mathew turns on the tap washing his face forces a laugh , "As if that will make him stop." After school he tries to leave but he hears someone's scream. It was like the sound a girl who needed help . The screaming didn't even last 2 seconds but still Mathew followed the sound. He walks to the back of the school finding a*****e room situated behind the old pine tree. With baby steps he approaches to the shack. It had a rusty vibe . Broken wallpapers and old archaic benches covered in webs . He notices a rusty mirror in the corner . The mirror was gleaming like it was taking all the attention from the room . He was making sure if the screaming actually came from here. It was a surprise for Mathew that never saw this hidden place before. He looked at the mirror fixing his front bangs . He looks around observing the room wondering if this could be his secret hideout. There was a window through which a cemetery is seen. The room looked like an old shack and according to Mathew, a great hiding place . Mathew thought to himself that such places can't go to waste . So, everyday after school he comes here like it's his second home. A home without torture , sufferings and hurting . He used to hold himself there because going home sounded more dreadful than being in a old abandoned room . He used to talk to the walls sharing what happened in school , who hurt him and who was nice to him. Sometimes the horror stories of home was also discussed and no one was there to help him to take his pain away . He always felt his conversations were heard by the walls . But , who knew there was something else hearing everything , every word coming out of his mouth . The shaky wind or sudden falling objects weren't enough for him to see the hint . Those weren't enough to scare him away. One day getting beaten up yet again by the bully he rushed to the shack disguising himself. The footsteps were coming towards but as soon as they reached the door it stopped. There was an unheard silence . "Dude , this isn't a safe place . He can't be here . Let's leave . " a voice whispers behind the door as the fools ran away. While , there was Mathew panting and scared . He breaks down on the floor crying. He pulled out his half torn t-shirt leaving his bare skin untouched . He was on the floor with knees folded up having his own hands surrounding him while his body was moving back and forth trembling. There were bruises everywhere , some fresh some rotten, a solid proof that he is living in hell . A cold breeze touches his skin bringing a frightening shiver . There was nothing in there , the windows were closed but yet Mathew felt a presence . A sound of an object falling once again is heard but this time Mathew's heart woke up . He stood up petrified walking backwards as he crashes to the mirror. He turned to look at his face soaked up on it. It wasn't what he wanted to see. He hates seeing himself broken. A glitch of a shadow appears on the mirror while his eyes were still on it. A brisk image of girl shows up . She had beautiful long blond silk hair falling off her shoulders and a warm smile he had never seen. His eyes bulged seeing it and he knew it wasn't an illusion. The only bulb light in that room starts blinking which brings an intense chilling in the air . He takes a step back being afraid as the shadow washes away from the mirror showing him his sad face again. The door where the mirror was , slowly slides open creaking a noise. Mathew slowly walks towards the mirror finding a secret shelf behind it. He widens the door as sees an old diary laying lonely. Picking it up , closing the mirror he walks out of there immediately grabbing his things , promising to not come back again. The diary : "Hello to the people who are reading this sick journal . But if are here , you might as well stay till the very end . So, fasten your seat belts because it's going to be a long ride . Are you ready for it? Chapter one: First kiss Most people think it's pathetic to dream about it but I can't stop wondering what it's like when someone slowly presses his lips with yours . The moment where you can't hear anything except the butterflies in your stomach flapping their wings . The moment where time stands still . The moment which is only yours and his . See? I dream about it way too much and my friends think it's stupid but I think they are the ones who is stupid . Cause they didn't even have their first kiss yet. So, how are they supposed to know what a mighty feeling it is . I have always liked the guy who seats beside me at Chem class . Once , I literally prayed so that we can be lab partners . But , things don't always go as my wish around here and thus he sat with a girl I hate . You see I don't use the word 'hate' unless I mean it . And when I do , I mean evil , pure evil."