After Carlisle went home I cleaned up. My room has a creamy colour to it. It has a queen sized bed with dark navy blue sheets. It has a small rectangular rug that matches the colour of my bed sheets. My blinds are the same colour too. My bed sits at the front of the window. I have two windows in my room. One In front of my desk and one behind my bedframe. I also have a bookshelf to the left of the room that reaches to the ceiling leaving a quarter space between the roof and the top of the shelf. The door to my bathroom sits a bit away from the bookshelf. I begin shutting my door when I realise Carlisle left his dark blue hoodie here. I pick it up and sniff it. It smells like Carlisle. I take it downstairs and put it in the washing machine. I then clean up the kitchen and make sure the pillows are placed back on the couch. I check my phone and see that it's 6:37 and so I decide to reheat some of the lasagna. I then pack my own lunch. I pack a tuna sandwich, a small container of spaghetti, a packet of Pringles, and fill my water bottle up with cold water. I shove my lunch box into my bag and run up stairs to brush my teeth and have a shower. I walk over to my wardrobe and pull out a creamy coloured hoodie, ripped jeans, and a white long-sleeved shirt. I change into them after I have a shower. I then grab a few books, and shove them in my bag. I pull some socks on then grab some shoes and pull them on. I lock up the house and begin walking to school. My house is 3 miles from the school, but I don't mind. I take out my phone and plug my earphones in and turn up the volume. After a while I reach the school and turn off my music. I walk down the halls to try find my locker, but as I get to it I see 'Freak' spray painted on it. I feel my heart drop, but open it regardless of what it says. I push some of my books and head to the rooftop. As I go up the steps I don't see anyone about. I sit on a bench and think about why they might have done what they did. I feel tears fill my eyes, but I wipe them away. Just then I hear the door open. I look over to see a group of boys emerge. The boys that bully me. I feel my body go cold and shaky.
"Look at what we have here? The freak!" One of them explain. They pull me up off the seat via my collar, making me flinch, their hand not touching my skin. They stare at my face.
"Y'know, I think we can his face more ugly!" The boys laugh and push me to the ground, and I begin hyperventilating. They kick and punch me as hard as they can, bloodying me up. Soon they get bored, and so one of them pulls out a knife. My vision is blurred, and my tears are consistent, but I can't see what they're holding.
"Eden? Where'd you get that?!" I hear someone explain.
"Oh, just a shop." I hear them smile.
"Let me try it on him!" I hear one of them yell. I feel dizzy. Try what?
Suddenly I feel pain shoot down my leg. I scream in pain. A knife is cutting into my leg. They grab my wrist and begin cutting at it. I scream and cry, they do a few more, but stop. I don't know what happened, because I blacked outI awake some time later and hear a low beeping. I slowly open my eyes and look around. I'm in a hospital. I look over and see Carlisle sitting there.
"Carlisle?" I voice.
Carlisle awakens and looks towards me. He smiled.
"Hey."
"How long have I been here for?" I ask.
"3 days. You've got 2 fractured ribs, 3 broken fingers, and multiple knife slashes. When the teachers found you, you'd blacked out, and had lost a lot of blood.. No one had been there when they'd found you." Carlisle says in pity. "Who did this?"
I lay there, trying to think back, but I can't remember anything. All I remember was going to the rooftop, getting beat up, and that's all I could remember.
"I don't know."Welp, das all today! Stay safe and fun catch covid mAh potatoes! I'll try to keep updating as much as I can. Cya peeps.
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