Chapter 1 - Incident

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This is just the first chapter and that's why its short.

Snake's POV

You can call me the quiet kid but when im with my friends, you'll rethink it. I refuse to talk at school or to anyone there because my voice is... ugh. Nasty as Fuck and ugly.

I'm no different then any of the other depressed kid. I cut but I have been a few months clean, hate my body, hate myself, , and I have a bully.

Jund

But most of them are not Fucking in love with their bully.

The final bell rung, teacher went to get coffee , and I got up only to be punched in the face and fell back down onto my chair.

Jund, the one and only sexy Jund.

I never knew I would fall for my bully.

He smacked the back if my head, twisted my wrist, and threw my glasses., Then left

Bitch.

I didn't fight, it was no use. I got up and got my glasses then left.

I walked to my locker and got my binder, bag, folders and put it all in that bag, beginning to walk home

I slammed my front door shut and ran into my bedroom, sliding down the wall.

"Why the Fuck do I have to love Scott fuckin' Jund?" I Ask letting a tear lip.

"He'll never love you, he's your bully." a voice on the top of my head fights.

I reach for my blade on my dresser and bring it to my wrist, tears streaming down My face.

I've not used it for three months, I don't know how I did it. I took it and slid it across my wrist. It felt good, but I hadn't pressed down yet, so I did.

I listed off reasons why I needed to be punished in my head, for each one was a cut, the more there are, the deeper they go.

I opened my eyes. What the fuck have I done? I went into the bathroom and wrapped it up and cleaned up my mess.

I woke up a few hours later and began to draw.

_X_

My phone alarm went off indicating I had to go to school.

I put away my notebook full of poems, and get dressed, replacing the wrap.

I put on a black long sleeved under shirt, COD Advanced Warfare shirt, dark blue torn skinny jeans and my Grey bandana.

Slinging my book bag to my shoulders I headed to school.

The second time I crossed the road a driver came zooming down the road, hitting me.

Everything is white, I hear sirens, and I feel a substance run down my face.

Then it hit me, a car had just run into me, my head was bleeding, and I was passing out.

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