S.A.V.E.A
⚠TRIGGER WARNING.
this chapter has mentions of GRAPHIC topics such as self-harm which may be triggering to some audiences This chapter is not to make light of mental health but instead bring awareness. If you are triggered by such topics please DO NOT continue reading!
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Save Renee Roger
2:15 PM
"Nice job." Corey said to me as we finished suicides during mixed practice.
Sometimes Coach B held combined practices with the Boys & Girls basketball teams for us to challenge eachother and today was one of those days.
Corey was a player from the boy's varsity team. He was my "friend" even though when I rejected him he got really weird.
I more so thought of him as an associate but...
"thanks.." I said to tryna catch my breath taking a seat on the concrete.
"So how you been?" Corey asked me attempting to stem a conversation even though now obviously wasn't the time.
I was hot, tryna catch a breath, and I honestly didn't mess with him like that anymore.
"Fine." I said as he nodded staring at me, I tried to just ignore him & taking off my compression sleeves on my arms.
"Why you ain't dmme back on ig? I been tryna hit you up wassup?" He said putting his arm around my shoulder.
His touch didn't move me.. it didn't make me feel comfortable like Jai's or Jalen's did. He made me feel the exact opposite.
"I'm not really on instagram no more." I said feeling even more uncomfortable, he always got mad when i didn't text him back about the stuff he wanted to talk about like linking up and stuff.
"Ima go grab a water.." I said quickly moving his arm & getting up.
He got up behind me grabbing my wrist.
"Um can you let go of me like fr?" I said trying to get his hands off me.
"Come here stop playing" He said to me.
"Corey stop it I don't want you touching me" I said as he looked down at my arm.
"Oh you one of those weirdo bitches." He said looking at my cuts in digust.
I had scribbled lines of healing skin along my wrist now exposed since I took my compression sleeves off.
" & you're a weirdo nigga dont act like you wasn't going around the school tryna make people convince me to fuck with you" I spat at him.
It was true, for months on end he would try to fuck with me even after I rejected him. He would have random people coming up to me hyping him up to make me want him.
