SCARS

TWO

~Recap~

Oh my god. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die.

I was halfway over the edge when someone screamed, "Stop!"
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The guy holding my hips quickly let go. "What to you want?" I collapsed to the ground and heard footsteps coming towards me. "Leave her alone, James!" the voice demanded. I turned around and instead of seeing the guy, James, racing towards me I saw the football coach yelling at him. Taking precaution to the ledge beside me, I stood and wrapped my arms around my waist.

They were going to kill me...and I was honestly okay with that...

I stumble past the football coach and the boys that were all together in this murder mission, grabbed my stuff, and went inside. I kept my arms wrapped around my waist until I had made it to the end of the hallwy, then...I collapsed. I fell against the wall, breathing heavily. I rolled the sleeves up on my jacket. The seven new cuts on my arms were bleading again. "Damn," I whispered.

I sat against the wall until the bell rang for the end of the class period. I stood, stumbled a bit, then found my way to my next class.
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I sat my back pack down in my seat and placed my notebook on my desk, open to the next clean page, ready for whatever depressed poem I would come up with. I walked out of the room to get a drink and rinse some of the blood off my arm. When I got back to class and sat down, something had been writen on my notebook paper.

A phone number and a name I can't escape.

                      -Conner Bliu

"Miss Gotham? Can you have a seat, please?"

I nodded and sat down, staring at the blue lines on the notebook paper. I had almost completely spaced out when the clanking of the chair beside me made me jump. "Hello, Miss Gotham."

"Conner, I have asked you to leave me alone," I whispered.

              I know. But I just wanted to talk to you.

He wrote in my notebook right beside his number."I know you're not used to this, Mr. Bliu, but I don't want to do what you want." Conner's smile widened at the insult. "Oh, come on, Miss Gotham. This isn't fair."

         Tell your name he pleaded on paper.

I sighed in fustration and scribbled my name onto the paper. "Stella," he whispered. "Mr. Bliu. Is there something you want to share with the class?" Conner stood and grinned. "The most beautiful girl in this school just told me her first name."

The teacher gave a sarastic smile and said, "Please have a seat, Mr. Bliu, and try to control yourself."

He nodded and sat down beside me as the rest of the class started to mumble. I stared straight ahead and ignored the annoying glances I got from cheerleaders and other girls around the room.

...the most beautiful girl in this school...

His words swam in my head for the rest of class.