They Bully Me

Chapter 25 ~Move On~

Emma's PoV

I gripped my head in pain after Louis, Justin and Niall left. They actually hadn't done much to me.

But a lot to Dani. I had never seen her in this state before. Laying on the ground, unable to move because of the lack of energy.

I could hear her gentle breaths, shakily. Then, she spoke up.

"I can't believe they would just do this to us because of your dad."

"I know," I whispered, crouching against the wall, clutching my stomach in pain. They had kicked me there a lot.

"Why do you never tell them it wasn't true?"

"Because they would never believe me. My dad's smart in that way."

"But still... life always has to be so unfair."

"Isn't that pretty obvious?"

"I just want them to get famous so that they get hate. Then they'll get a taste of what they did."

"And then they'll be gone. Away from us. I want all of them to win the X Factor. Justin's doing it too," I informed her.

"That's perfect."

"I just think... how am I going to move ok from this? All these memories will always stay with me. I can't erase them."

"Emma, when time moves on, you need to move on too. Once they're gone. We don't need to worry about them anymore. We can move on. We'll be better than them. We have had a taste of the real world, we'll be stable when we grow older. They have just relied on everyone. They won't be stable. Think about that."

So I did.

These idiots shouldn't be holding me back. I need to fight it and continue forward.

"There can only be one direction. Forward," I told myself.

***

Four days. Four bloody days.

At least that's what I think.

We've been here for four days.

Trapped, injured, bleeding, weak.

At least not famished or dehydrated. They gave us food and water. Yes, surprisingly they did.

But this was by far the worst that I have ever had. Every day gets worse and worse as they become more aggressive.

Sometimes I wish Dani didn't call them weak. Then none of this would've ever happened. It would just be my normal life. Bullied everyday, but not what happens now. Burns and deep gashes. Rubbing different chemicals and salt into the gashes. R*pe.

Yes. R*pe. Harry's at it again. With Louis now. I thought he stopped after that last time. But now. And it's insane! Purely twisted sick minded people.

How I will move on in the future, I don't know. They have ruined my life completely. They broke me but not just that. They stepped on the shattered pieces, ruining me 'til I won't take anymore. And that's when I'll kill myself.

But is it really worth killing yourself?

No. Because I would be sent to H*ll, not Heaven. H*ll because it was a sin to commit suicide. Doing what God was meant to do, therefore beating his game. And if there was anywhere that I would die to go to would be Heaven.

I heard some shuffling of feet and conversations upstairs, having nothing to do but listen.

" The day after tomorrow's the day."

"I know. If one of us makes it all the way, we're splitting the money. Eh?"

"It's sad. Today's our second to last day getting our revenge. I heard them talking about moving somewhere."

"Well then we'll make it as much worthwhile as we can. The last day need to be extremely worthwhile. After all, they haven't been following the rules lately."

"I see what you mean."

"We need to prove to them that we aren't weak. We were born to be tough."

"Same here, except I was born to be titanium. Not tough," I thought.