The School Nerd | Jc Caylen

six

Madi's P.O.V.

I hear loud knocks on my door.

I walk over and see the doorknob jiggling.

I quickly grab a chair and put it under the door.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR."

Ben yelled.

I backed up into the corner of my room and cried.

I ended up laying on the floor.

The banging didn't stop.

The screaming didn't stop.

I saw my blade on the table by my bed.

I took it and sat on my bed.

Ben is still screaming but her eventually stops.

All I hear is the front door slam and a car drive away.

I take the cold metal and press it on my skin.

"I'm worthless."

I whisper and slide the blade across my skin.

"I should be dead right now."

Again.

"I don't have any friends."

Again.

"He doesn't love me."

Again.

I see little circles of blood coming out of my new cuts and some old.

I sigh and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up.

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Jc's P.O.V.

I know she doesn't really love me.

She said she did but I was probably just a fling.

She is popular.

She wouldn't give up her reputation to someone like me.

I don't deserve her.

So I had to let her go.

I've been bullied a lot every since middle school.

I think it's time to end it.

Nobody is helping me.

It's just getting worse.

I limped to my house and there wasn't anyone there.

I was kind of glad.

I got up to my room and just sat on my bed.

I look at myself through the mirror in front of me.

I feel a tear slide down my cheek.

I'm done.

I reach under my bed and grab a shoebox and open it.

I see it all there.

It can end it all.

Pills, a knife, and a goodbye letter I wrote many months ago so I would have it ready.

I have the knife in my hand when I hear a knock on the door.

I walk downstairs and take a deep breath.

Who is here, and why?

I open the door.

Madi.

I stare at her awkwardly because I still look how I did after I was beat up.

I open my mouth but close it.

I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

"Madi why are yo-"

she cuts me off.

"Jc, it was wrong of me to leave you at school like that. I should've helped you. I'm so sorry."

She says starting to cry.

"It's not your fault, I deserve it. I really don't want to mess up your life too. I'm sorry. Please go."

I say trying not to cry.

She looks broken.

She looks at me.

"Is this what you really want?"

She asks me.

"Because I don't."

She says.

Those words broke me.

"No I don't want this, I need this."

I say.

She just turns around and walks away.

I close the door and run upstairs and take the knife in my hands.

I raise it up to my chest.

I press the cold metal against me.

"NO!"

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Oooo who is it?

-madi