Undiscovered Princesses

Chapter 12

* Samantha's POV*
----------------- 1 month later---------
So me and Harry made it official to the school that we're dating. Some people love us and think that we're a cute couple. While the rest of them, hate me. I tried to shrug it off, but they kept getting worse and worse. For the first few days of getting picked on, I was alright with them. But now, there's so much hate. Sometimes I'd cry myself to sleep, or others, I'd never sleep. Harry doesn't know anything about it, no one does. Like, whenever he comes around, the people stop and start talking nicely to me.
Day after day, my depression was getting worse and worse. The desires kick in, but I have one more wall until I start. I always forced a smile on my face when I go to school. Like I'm doing right now. Forced a petty, fake smile, yet no one notices that it was fake. The bell rung for school to be dismissed. I rushed to my locker, but when I was two feet away from it. Someone pushed me up against the lockers. " Hey fatty. What are you doing... are you scared of me?" Daniel, a sophomore, whispered roughly in my ear.
I tried pushing him away, but he was too strong for me. " Your boyfriend isn't here to stop me. No one will miss you when you leave. So why don't you go and slit your wrists, you little slut." He growled. Tears formed in my eyes. He let me go and I walked to my locker. I got my things and rushed out to the limo, parked at the curb of the sidewalk. I opened the door and hopped in, the tears never leaving my eyes. MacKenzie had to go to an after school thing with Louis, so I started to sob.
As soon as I got back to the palace, I rushed to my room, ignoring my mum and dad's questions. I closed the door and locked it. I slid down the door and buried my face into my hands. After 2 minutes of sobbing. I unlocked my door and went into my bathroom. I closed it and locked it, so no one could barge in. I opened up the cabinets and whipped out my make up bag. I unzipped it and scouted for the thing I was looking for. I found it and pulled it out. New razors. I grabbed one out and took a deep breath. I placed it onto my wrist and I pushed it down, noticing a little bit of blood. I then slid it to the left. I whimpered in a little pain. Then, I felt pleasure. I made a second one, a little deeper.
I continued going until I had 5 scars total. I felt a little light headed, but I continued going. I then plopped to the floor after adding 3 more. I felt really light headed. My vision was fading, but I saw my dad burst in. I then passed out, while hearing my mum call 9-1-1.

A/N
Hey guys!!! I know huge time skip, but now I want to talk to you about this kind of situation. If you or a friend are getting bullied, I want you to tell a trusted adult. I love every single one of you, and if you need help with anything. Go on my Instagram (Sammie_eskeli) and DM me your problem and I'll help you through it. I know I'm private and I'll accept your request no matter what. I went through something like this, this year and I did self harm. It's not a good thing though because when you grow older, you'd still have the scars, and you wouldn't want your husband or wife or kids seeing the scars. I want you all to stay strong and know that I love you all!!!! Bibbles!!!!! ;*