No one cares || Dnf

1. my life

George POV

I'm 17 now. I think all this started when I was 12. I never really felt happy in this world and no one really cared about my mental health. I grew up with the fact that I should handle everything alone and shouldn't wait for someone to help me. But still today I have hard depression. Nothing ever changed. I have no friends, my parents don't really have much money, so they have to work all day long and have no time for me. My grades are average, which is not that bad when you think of the fact that I have the worst life I could've imagined when I was little.

Since I think 2 years there's a boy who found fun on bullying me. His name is Clay, he's fucking rich and really good at school. He's in my parallel class, but I think one year older than me. He has a friend group of 6 or 7 guys who are always around him, just like little puppies who follow their owner, except that they are everything but not little. All of them are tall and muscular, they are also not that bad looking to be honest,...but that's not the point now!

Every time they see me they'd just smirk cocky and walk towards me with the knowledge I can't beat or escape them. They would either hurt me really bad, insult me or make me look like a fool to everyone. Sometimes both. I kind of got used to it and don't really mind it anymore when they do that stuff. I don't even have to cover my injuries when I get home, because my parents aren't there anyway.

I have no plans for my future. I think I'll just take what I can get to pay my life. The teachers don't like me either for some reason. They don't even help me when they SEE someone punching and hitting me in the hallway. When I raise my hand in class, they mostly just ignore me. Am I just invisible to everybody?

Our school is very big and I'm pretty sure there are people here that I have no idea exist and they don't know I exist. I think there are even people here that don't know Clay (everybody knows Clay duh. He's handsome, strong, clever, has a huge friend group in which everyone is good looking too.) He had so many girlfriends. But I'm pretty sure he never liked anyone of them. He's a player. A handsome player and knows how to use that. All of those relationships didn't hold longer than 1 week. Either he'd get bored of her or she gets hurt by him in any way.

I'm not stalking him or anything. That's just what everybody knows. Every time he has a new whore on the line, everyone would talk about it and bet how long it'll be this time. Girls never made Clay better. Actually some girls really tried to change him and told him not to bully me anymore, but Clay didn't really like it when someone told him what to do.

Well, he could be a really nice person if he wanted to, but he only showed that to teachers, girls and his friends...in some way. I always just got the punches. But that's okay...

I know Clay since he got so popular and started to see me as his victim. Why he chose me? I have no fucking idea. Why he even became like that? No idea either. He surely has his reasons but I really don't care. I hate him and he (obviously) hates me.

"Hey little piece of shit!", a voice screamed from the other end of the cafeteria, followed by a laugh. "Hey, I am talking to you depri! Why won't you be nice and answer, huh?!" I heard the group laugh again and then footsteps walking over to me when I still didn't react. Someone grabbed my shoulder and turned me aggressively around which made me choke on my food I just had begun to eat. Of course, like every time, no one looked, let alone tried to help.

A guy with light blue eyes, freckles and dark brown hair stared at me, still holding my shoulder tight with his left hand. He looked angry while the rest of the group behind him smiled and enjoyed this beautiful moment of completely joy for everybody here. I looked at him with tired eyes and then scanned the rest of the guys before staring at the floor. I was just praying for the school bell finally to ring, because every time it rang, respectively lesson starts, they would let me go and head over to class. So I got mostly only bullied in the breaks and after school.

"Did our Georgie-poo become deaf or unable to speak? Last time you at least said something. It was so tough from you when you asked us to let you go. Well it got you nothing, but at least you tried, huh", the guy with the light blue eyes, still holding me tight, said. I looked up at him, still praying. I looked away to the clock and back. 2 minutes till class. "It's not worth it, you only have 2 minutes left", I said, pointing over to the clock, "Why won't you just enjoy your lunch for now? It's really delicious today."

I'm not a confident person. You could hear the shyness and fear in my voice. Actually there wasn't any emotion in the words I said, which made it sound so pathetic. They looked at each other with thinking expression like they would communicate telepathic. The guy let go of me and walked closer to me till his lips almost touched my ear. I froze. "The day isn't over yet. I hope you enjoy your lunch", he whispered before leaning back and smiling at me. The group left my loner table and headed over to theirs to finish the food they had left on their plates.

Perfectly 2 Minutes after that the bell rang and I went to class. I was the first one there and soon my other classmates entered the room. I had history, the only subject I was really bad at. I have no idea why, I just was. I knew, I wouldn't understand anything anyways, so my mind wandered around my plans for today. After history I had another few lessons and then...I just wanted to say then I'll go home, but that's actually wrong. I'd meet Clay and his crew out the building where they would bring me behind the school and hurt me.

When they'd be finished, then I'd go home. Today I decided not to study as usual. I just wasn't in the mood today. Maybe I'll watch TV or just take a shower and then lay in bed for the rest of the day. I could think about it when I'd be home. At first, I had to go through the fight and manage to go home depending on how bad they'd hurt me. I started looking out the window and hoping for the best as every day.

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