Halo.

Chapter One

Michelle’s POV-

I can’t help it anymore. I feel pathetic, only 2 days that’s it and I’m already back to cutting myself.

I strip out of my clothes and look in the mirror. Worthless, ugly, useless, fat, too skinny, freak, whore, slut their voices ring through my head the scars that cover my once pure white skin have taken over. It’s an escape, cutting that’s what it is.

I wake up the next morning and walk into my bathroom, wincing at the sight I see in the mirror. I grab my towel and turn the hot water on as I slip into the shower. I flick through my clothes and finally find something that’ll cover my scars and goes with the weather.

I decide to turn the radio on as I hear Skinny Love by Birdy playing, and slowly I feel my eyes water. After many failed tries of trying to recollect myself the tears slowly pour out of my eyes, making their own paths through to my cheeks and fall onto my sweater.

I fiercely wipe my tears away and look at my outfit. Smiling slightly at my reflection.

I saw a girl her eyes filled with pain, mousy brown hair with ends that were almost blonde big brown eyes a fringe covering her forehead. A heart shaped face, a body that would make anyone backbite about her.

A baggy white shirt with black full arms worn on top on a grey vest with a pink hoodie, black jeans and black converse on her feet her hair pushed back in to a ponytail. Light eye makeup and clear gloss.

Snapping back into reality I frowned and checked my phone 7:47! Crap! I had to be at college by 8:00!

I wasn’t exactly Usain Bolt when it came to running and my scuffed converse weren’t exactly helping. Sprinting straight into my college I collided with a hard body, wincing at the hard contact. I heard a strong voice filled with anger.

‘Watch where your going! How about you walk straight into a pole and die! Whore! Everyone would be happy then” the schools ‘jock’ spat at me. I could feel my vision get blurred.

Most people think that I should stand up for myself and spit something nasty back at him, but when your in that condition in a room full of people that hate you, well in my condition a whole school of people that hate me its worse then you think it is.

Shoving all my books in my locker and grabbing my notes booklet and debating books in my backpack I walked my head down to my debating class. Hearing the occasional snickers and voices commenting on how I look.

Sitting down in the far left wing of all the chairs and settling my books and getting comfy, I feel a note hit my head I turn around pick it up from the ground knowing its going to include nothing but a nasty remark.

3 minutes into the lesson my eagerness takes over I open up the scrunched up note that sits on my desk, I smooth it out and find:

   Don’t think that were done! There’s more to come, I’ll see you at the school gates!

Daniel

 My stomach churned. What’s the worst they could do? Maybe hit me a few times and I’ll be free.

The rest of the day went by to fast for my liking. Before I knew it I was outside standing at the schools gate. Waiting for those monsters to arrive, I saw familiar figures walking towards school. It was Daniel, Luke and Michael my body suddenly became frigid almost stuck in that frame, unless passers by hadn’t shoved me.

They looked at me mercilessly, relentlessly their faces plastered with sly smirks. They slowly nod at each other and unbuckle their belts taking them off excoriatingly slowly, soon they’re off and one is ferociously whipped across my leg. Tears sting my eyes. I’m flipped so my back is facing them, the crackling sound overwhelms me lashes thrown onto my back thighs arms and knees. Tears were streaming straight down my, but no noise no whimpers just a flood of tears.

The pain didn’t stop until a long time, I heard chuckles and realized I was all alone.

 I tired to lift my self up but my body ached on any form of movement, I lifted up my shirt and saw vermillion red streaks all over my skin. This is it I can’t go on like this it pains me to admit it.

I’m just not strong enough.