Please Help (A Johnnie Guilbert Story)

Chapter Two

*Ella's POV*

Our days are numbered,

In a world of fools

We feel the hunger

And follow no one's rule

I sat on the bus, listening to Days Are Numbered, by Black Veil Brides, when I felt someone sit in my seat. I took a deep breathe, and looked to my side to see Jason staring at me with expectant eyes. I pulled out my headphones.

"What do you want, Jason? Can't you just leave me alone for a day?" I mumbled angrily.

"Excuse me? I don't take orders from an emo freak. Why don't you just go kill yourself already?" he snarled back at me.

I ignored his comment, and put my headphones back in, trying to listen to Andy's deep voice sing. Before I could get more then 5 seconds in, my headphone were ripped out of my ear.

"Hey!" I yelled. Jason was holding my headphones and looking at my phone.

"Who is Black Veil Brides? One of your emo bands? Do they all cut their wrists, just like you? I bet they do. Maybe you should go cut some more, for being so worthless," he said, then he go up and moved back to his original seat, laughing with his cronies. I held back the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes, and put my headphones back in. I fixed my green hair, and played with my snakebites, trying to get my mind off of what Jason had just said.

We finally arrived at school, and I stepped off the bus, straight to my usual spot on my bench. I sat there and listened to music until the bells rang. Walking into my first hour Biology, I was pelted with spitballs the moment I sat down. My teacher, Mr. Luther, did nothing. He hates me. He is the football coach, and I am, well, me. Jason is the star quarterback, and Jason has hated me since I came to this school. So he is fairly biased and won't ever stop them. This class is the one I get the most shit in, because it's allowed. I pulled my hood up over my hair and put my headphones back in after roll. I laid my head on my desk, rubbing my aching thighs and trying to keep my wrist from reopening. Which was going well, until Mr. Luther grabbed it.

"Excuse me, Ellaria, but what are those in your ears? Are those... Headphones?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yes, yes they are. Now if you could release my wrist and not ever fucking touch me again, that would be great, thanks," I replied. He didn't like that. The grip on my wrist tightened, causing more wounds to open.

"Office. Now. I am tired of you disrespecting me in my classroom every day," he grinned, still gripping my wrist.

"Fine. Now let me the FUCK GO, YOU ASSHOLE!" I screamed at him. He dropped my wrist quickly, looking shocked because I haven't ever spoken above a louder mumble to him.

I grabbed my backpack and went to put more gauze on my wrist. Then, I started over to the office. When I walked in, there was a new kid with his mom getting his schedule. His mom was doing all the talking, and he was playing with the hem of his sleeve. He looked up at me for a second, before he focused back on his sleeve. I had already put my headphones back in. I waited until they left, and walked up to the lady at the desk.

"Hey, uh, Mr. Luther sent me here..." I mumbled to her, focusing on my Converse.

"Reason?"

I vaguely explained that I cussed at him and then yelled. She sat me back down to wait for the principal. He called me in after a few minutes. I explained what happened, and he gave me a detention and sent me back to class.