Hariana Imagines

Bully ~AU~

-Trigger Warning-

Ariana's POV

I kept my head down, looking at the ground and carefully watched every step I took.

I can't say I hate my life, at least I can't show that I do. Even though I do have difficulties in my life that most others I know don't, I just store those sad feelings away for when I get back home and it's 3 am, and I'm quietly sobbing into my pillow wishing I could sleep and never wake up while I slowly fall asleep with tear-stained cheeks.

I pushed my glasses up and held the books closer to my chest, my arms securing them in my hold.

Take a deep breath, you're almost there.

"Hey, it's wearing glasses again."

Almost.

I held my breath, hoping that he would just let me go this one time for I was going to be late to class..again.

But of course, things never go as planned.

I tried walking faster, but I felt myself trip over someone's foot that was in the way, most likely his, and I almost cursed as I plummeted to the ground.

"You look like a fucking troll. Those glasses won't hide that piece of shit you call brown eyes."

It was a complete mistake of me to wear these glasses. I had only worn them 2 days in total, and I regret every second of it. But, I didn't want to risk my vision getting any worse.

"Oh and note to your shitty ass self, don't ever ignore me. I'll break every inch of your body, and that's a promise."

"Let me go." I pushed him away, fixing my collar that he had a tight grip on just a mere second ago.

His emerald eyes turned a tad bit darker as he regained his balance.

"You really did not just do that, you dog." he came closer to me, as students stopped to stare, forming a crowd around the scene.

"Hey guys, help me teach it a lesson." I barely had time to say anything, as a fist came in contact with my face.

I cried out in pain as I roughly hit the ground, the breath being tooken out of me. People didn't do anything, but stare at me with poker faces, just like every other time this happens.

I remember the first time we met, I catched him staring at me and I took it as a chance to make an attempt to make a friend. I was the new girl that people were suspicious about, to they I was all smiles and nods, but inside I wanted to turn around and run. My father being an alcoholic when my mother was out probably being hit up at the clubs and bars by other men meant I would be the one to take in all the suffering and consequences.

I thought I could turn to school as a uplifter, but oh, how I was wrong.

From the beginning, no one seemed to like me. I didn't know why, I didn't get in anyone's way, in fact I hadn't even talked to anyone yet they were fast to judge me and instantly see disgust in me.

I thought the name calling and insulting would decrease throughout the years, but it only got worse. I secretly take antidepressants at night when nobody can see anything I do, and I let myself let loose in my own privacy of my room where no one can see what goes on as long as I hide it away from the world.

But even those pills could not help the battle in my mind, second guessing about even living.

I just really wish this could all be over already, all of it, where I could go to a place where no one can bother me, where I could be easily accepted and feel cared for and loved,but that place is not here, it's up there.

And I know exactly how I'm going to get there.

I came back to reality as the bell rang to signal passing period has ended, and people started to walk away, but some still stayed.

"Im not finished with you yet." and with a final spit, he turned around with his other friends and walked to the classroom.

I felt like I was about to throw up, so I painfully stood up and slowly walked to the girl's restroom.

I made my way to the mirror. My eyes widened once I saw the red substance. I touched my cheek, flinching at the pain the bruise brought, along with the scratch anyone could easily see.

This wasn't the first time he had hit me like this.

And at that moment, I knew it was time.

It was time to go.