*Delilah Mason*
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I prepared myself for the walk into my personal hell. I set my hand on the door handle and pulled it open. I took a few steps through the entrance, and stood still, waiting for the impact.
I was thrown into the lockers, just like every other morning.
I heard a few snickers and footsteps running the other direction.
"So she decides to show her face again?" The familiar voice sends shivers down my spine.
I slowly pushed myself off of the metal, turning to face her.
"Any new cuts?" She asked, walking towards me.
I shook my head, my dirty blonde hair swinging in front of my eyes.
"I'm surprised, seeing how pathetic you are." Her words almost brought tears to my eyes.
I took a few steps back, my shoulders hitting the lockers again.
The truth was, there was a new line on my wrist, and on my thigh. I squared my jaw, and sauntered towards her.
Quinn chuckled.
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet." She grabbed my shoulders and pinned me on the wall.
A crowd was beginning to form around the two of us.
She pulled one hand back, and slapped me across the face.
"That's for trying to walk away"
Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes.
A new person joined the group, a blonde boy with glasses, he had greasy hair and was wearing a marvel shirt. He looked like he wanted to do something. I had never seen him before.
Quinn turned around, noticing my gaze.
The boy started to back away, until he broke into a full run.
"Hey!" Two familiar voices shouted.
Two tall figures pushed their way throught the crowd
My best, and only friends ran towards me and Quinn.
Quinn smirked.
She let go of my shoulders and walked away.
Kenzie began to yell at the crowd to leave.
Morgan pulled me into a hug.
"Lesbos!" Someone shouted.
"Asshole!" Morgan shouted back.
"Get the fuck out!" Kenzie yelled.
"I'm sorry" I muttered.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." She said back, wrapping my left arm over her shoulders.
She supported me all the way to bathroom.
Once we got there I just broke.
I pulled up my sleeves to wash my hands, seeing the cuts on my wrist only made me feel worse.
I pressed my back against the bathroom wall and slid down until I was sitting. I put my head between my legs and just cried a while. Kenzie and Morgan sat down on either side of me.
They could deal with anything.
Just like Quinn said, I'm pathetic.
The hot tears running down my face hit my shirt, leaving wet marks. I bit my lip, I didn't wear makeup anymore, because it just got screwed up everytime this happened.
I pulled my sleeves back down.
"Why do you guys always help me." I asked, looking at Kenzie.
"I haven't done anything ever to help you."
"That's bullcrap" Morgan said, turning my head to look at her.
She turned her wrist over, revealing her scars.
"You got me through this, and now we're going to help you."
Morgan wore whatever she wanted to, tank tops, short sleeve shirts, it didn't matter to her.
"I probably wouldn't be here if you hadn't saved me." Kenzie said, pulling me in close.
I half smiled, pretending like I believed them.
I can't do anything, they're just saying these things to make me feel better
