//Brianna's POV//
I make my way through the empty school hall in a hurry. Yes they're empty now, but in a few minutes they'll be swarming with highschoolers ranging from 14 to 18 years old and worst of all, my bullies. Yes my bullies. They'd be the popular 'more like douche bags' of the school. They make my life a living hell everyday, 24/7. Monday through Friday in person, Saturday and Sunday over the internet.
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I should probably tell you a bit about myself, shall I? I'm Brianna, I'm 17 years old, I'm in my senior year of highschool, I have straight A's, and glasses that cover my small structures. I have very light brown 'I'd say hazel' eyes, dirty blonde hair that lays flat down to my elbows, and I'm only 5'3.
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Alright now that that formal introduction is over let me give you the cold hard truth. I'm a 17 year old wreck. I hate my life and wish I would just die. I'm bullied 24/7 without an escape, Monday through Friday at school by my bullies, then at home by my parents. No they don't hit me, in fact they've never layed a finger on me. They just tell me I'm a worthless, un-talented piece of trash. I guess that's not as bad as being hit physically. Saturday and Sunday, my bullies bully me over internet. Text messages, social medias, all of thoses things. Doesn't my life sound aaammmaaazzziiinnnggg!!! (The sarcasm is real) Anyways that's basically it. I'm a loner with no friends that wants to die... Let's rewind a bit. I said I'm hurrying through a hallway right?
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The bell rings indicating schools going to start in 10 minutes. I'm really not in the mood for this learning crap. I let out a very noticeable groan as kids start to pile in the hall. The quiet kids stare at me and I glare at them causing them to snap their heads down to the ground. And this is exhibit A of why I have no friends. I sigh and let my features soften as I look down at my binder where my schedules folded into the clear slip on the front. Chemistry 2 honors, great. I love science. (The sarcasm is radiating off me isn't it? I can't help it I really don't like many things) I walk alone to my first class silently praying none of my bullies are in it with me.
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I walk through the double doors into the chemistry lab looking around. No signs of trouble yet. I take a seat in the closest seat to the door incase I have to run. I lay my head down on the cold lab table wishing it was my pillow. (Me everyday) The bell rings all to fast and I lift my head up to pay attention the the teacher.
"Good morning class, I will be your senior Chemistry 2 honors teacher for the year. My name is Mrs. Alandale......", she's cut off by the door slaming open. Everyone's eyes snap up, including my own to see a blonde boy standing in the doorway. Well zayum. He has hair that is put up in the perfect blonde quiff, he has ocean blue eyes, wearing a black jacket, along with black skinny jeans, and matching vans. I swear every girl is drooling. He just smirks at them. Oh. He's one of those cocky little bitches. The teacher introduces him and he smiles, no smirks at all the girls, winking at me. Then the teacher says,
"Go sit near Brianna", and she points at me. He makes his way over to me and sits down. Then Mrs. Alandale starts her lecture.
"Hey", he whispers. I ignore him and blank out looking away. That is until I feel someone grab my arm. I jump and my head snaps over to the new kid.
"What?", I whisper with annoyance evident in my voice.
"Feisty, I like it", he smirks. I scoff say,
"Just leave me alone".
"What's your problem?", he harshly whispers.
"You. You are, why are you talking to me!? People don't talk to me unless they are telling me to kill myself!", I scream the last part forgetting that I'm in a class full of people. Everyone gasps and the new kid stares at me wide eyed, along with Mrs. Alandale. I scan the room and sure enough everyone has a look of pity spread over their faces. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, so I grab my binder and run, but before I'm out the door I realize the new kid didn't have a look of pity, but a look of understanding. How would he understand? No one understands. I run across the school ignoring my teachers shouts to stop and run all the way to the girls bathroom. I run straight to the mirror and look at myself. All my makeups ruined now because of the tears. I sigh and wash it off, looking at myself now. Covered in bruises and scars. That's me. That new kid has me thinking though. Why did he look like he understood? What's his name? Why didn't he look at me in pity? I sit alone crying my eyes out thinking about everything. Bullying, name calling, hitting, crying, anxiety, everything. Finally I sigh and regain my composer, roughly wiping the tears away. I get an erge suddenly. A dull ache on my wrists ((Warning this may trigger emotions I want you all to know you're beautiful and Ily and stay strong❤)) The ache grows and I pull up my sleeve revealing my battle scars. I lightly trace a word onto my wrists. That word is
W-O-R-T-H-L-E-S-S.
That's what I am and all I'll ever be. To my peers, bullies, and parents. Worthless, trash, fat, dumb, ugly, shall I go on? I can't take it anymore so I reach down taking off my shoe and take Mr. Blade out. Yes, Mr. Blade. I keep him in my shoe under duck tape so no one will find it. I look down at my wrist and smile, then swipe Mr. Blade leaving red lines all over my wrists.
1 for being a waste of air.
1 for being a disappointment to my parents
1 for every bully
1 for being worthless
1 for being fat
1 for being ugly
1 for being trash
1 for being dumb
1 for wanting to die
1 for all the kids who go through what I do.
1 for falling for the new kid........
Wait......... What'd I say???........!!!!
((This is my first fanfiction, so how was it? Thank you if you read it, have a great day or night:).))
