Broken Looks Fixed

Chapter 1

(Amii's POV:)

I stood over the fence. Looking down, the fall was long. My stomach twisted and turned, and I chickened out, put my shoes on and started backing away from the fence, before anyone could notice I was leaning on it.

I walk back down the stairs, walking to my locker. I get there as soon as the bell rings, and damn, is it annoying as fuck.

I pull out my pencil pouch and notebooks, and my laptop. I close my locker, and just as I do, I see him.

Xuan Inoks. The one boy who's been bullying me ever since I was 7. He looks at me, his eyes filled with a sadistic glee.

"Amii, funny seeing you here," he taunts, his long, black hair slicked back, and his piercing blue eyes meeting mine.

"What do you want, Xuan." I say, fully monotone. I don't like to show emotion around people, especially fear. Growing up in my family, if you ever showed emotion, you'd be looked down upon. So I just fight back with a cold, rough exterior. Though I don't think it scares anybody.

"Nothing," he says, smirking with amusement. "Just making sure you know you're a waste of oxygen!" He taunts towards me, and I just stare at him blankly.

"Wow, that's totally new." I say, sarcasm lacing my voice. I was about to say something, when he pushed me against the locker, making me bang my head, feeling a little blood trickle down the side of my head, staining my medium length blonde hair.

"Wow, real fucking mature," I say, wiping the blood off with the back of my hand, smearing it sadly. He just laughs, and kicks me in the gut, and I fall backwards, gasping for air. I was about to stand up and fight, but he picks up a notebook of mine, and runs after hearing a classroom door open.

"Oh my! Are you alright, Amii?!" The teacher, Ms. Huan, called towards me and runs to me, helping me up.

"I'm fine, Ms. H. I just fell down the stairs." I say, wiping the spilling blood from the side of my head. I feel a bit dizzy.

Next thing I know, I wake up, tossed half-hazardly on the sofa. I sit up, rubbing my temples. I hear my mom walk down, and she throws a rag at me. "Get yourself cleaned up, you lazy bitch," she says. "And then get going on the dishes, make yourself somewhat useful in my house."

I managed to walk up the stairs without falling or slipping, and I get to the bathroom, before ripping my blood stained violet shirt and black bellbottom jeans off. I then start to slowly and gently pull my panties and bralette off.

I then see the small piece of glass on the end of the sink, and I take it, dragging it slowly and lightly against my outer thigh, before digging in rough and harshly.

I hear my mom coming up the stairs, and I immediately throw the shard in the bathtub, and I turn on the shower, and hop in, closing the curtain.

I sit there for a while, as I think back on my choices. I wish I jumped that time, when I had the chance. Maybe tomorrow I will.

After I finish the dishes, I head into my room, and look for my personal journal, or what people would call, my "diary". I couldn't find it. I start trashing my room when I remember.. Xuan took a notebook of mine. Fuck. That must've been my personal journal.

I just flop on the bed. I sigh, and suddenly, I get texts from an unknown number.

Do you really want to do it?

Huh? What does this person mean? I decided to ignore it, and go to sleep.