Saved by Sapphire [girlXgirl]

Chapter 1

A/N: Amethyst is pictured on the top/side. This is a new story that I will continue to post if you guys like it. Please comment feedback and I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it kinda sucks, I've never really written a proper story that I like before.
Well, without further a do, here's the story.
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Amethyst's POV

I woke up to the sound of elevator music. Yes, my ringtone and alarm sounds are both elevator music. Don't ask why. ((Mine really are elevator music))

I rolled out of bed, falling on to the floor. Me being too lazy to get up, I just roll over to the closet, using the door handles to help me up. I choose my outfit, which consists of my favorite black sweater that has a cat nose and whiskers on it, blue skinny jeans, and my black combat boots. I walk into the bathroom getting into my normal routine. I brush my teeth, wash my face, brush and straighten my hair, cover up the bruises and scratches from my dad with concealer and foundation, and finally, add eyeliner and mascara. I'm not a big fan of makeup, but I wear it for two reasons, the mascara and eyeliner make it so my green eyes get focused on more, instead of my face, and two, what would I do if people saw my bruises? What would I tell them? Oh yea, I just got in a fight. They know I never leave my house. My point is, my home life would get around the school faster than a kid running after the ice cream truck. Do kids even run after the ice cream truck? I never have, but then again, when do I run? I stroll on down the stairs, knowing that my dad isn't home, and grab my bag. I walk out of the house with my phone in hand and ear buds in ears.

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Walking into school makes me nervous, because even though I know what's going to happen, it's still different every day.

I walk to my locker and grab out binders for my first three classes, and a textbook for second hour. Once I close the door, I am immediately shoved into the lockers, the knobs ((thingys you use to open them)) digging into my back. One of the four guys punched me in the face repeatedly. Another one kept calling me a faggot and kept saying that being gay is a sin. One kept kicking me and the other was just laughing. They bullied me because of my sexuality, but my dad abuses me because he has anger issues. He doesn't give a crap that I'm gay. They stop twenty minutes before first period, so that gives me barely enough time to go to the bathroom and clean myself up and make it to class before the bell rings.

My first three classes are boring, but once it gets to lunch hour, I'm out and off to the door to the football/track field. I always come out here during lunch hour and sit under the bleachers. I prefer not to be in the building when I know that they're roaming around trying to find me. I just sit back and think. I've made some great memories under here, like that time I nearly ripped off this kids ear because he tried kissing me. I can either be a the violent swan of satan, or a beautiful, innocent little angel. There's no in between.

I start heading back towards the school ten minutes before the next bell. I walk to my locker, putting my first three classes binders into my locker, grabbing out my last three. I had two binders and a folder. The folder is for choir, aka my favorite class of all time. Not only is it the funnest, but it also has the best teacher, Mr. Ray. He has once told me that I'm his favorite student. That may have been freshman year, but why would I not be his favorite in senior year too? I actually pay attention in this class, he should appreciate that. This is the only class I have with any of my bullies, and it just so happens that all four of them are in this class with me. At least they can't attack me for an hour because the teacher will have them suspended in a second.

"Hello class, today we will be starting a new project. I will be putting you into groups of two. I already have them situated." Mr. Ray said as he walked into class.

Everyone groaned, I groaned because I didn't want to be paired with one of them. He started calling off names.

"Calum and Marisa, Payton and Luke, Michael and Tyler, and Ashton you will be with Alexander. Get with your partner" he finished calling names, except I didn't hear mine. I waited to see if anyone walked over to me, but once I realized everyone was with someone, I decided to ask him. I walked up to where he was writing on the chalk board.

"Mr. Ray?" I asked, trying to get his attention.

"Yes, Amethyst?" He asked turning towards me.

"You never exactly called my name" I said looking down.

"Oh, that's correct. We are getting a new student tomorrow. Her name is Sapphire and she's moving from Melbourne" he answered. I just nodded and went back to my seat.

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I ran out of that school as fast as possible. I had to get out before I was attacked. I'd much rather be beaten at home than in public. Even though no one was there to save me at either place, I could atleast run into my room at home. The walk home just consisted of me dancing down the sidewalk while music blasted through my ears.

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I let out a sigh of relief as I walked through the door, seeing my dad asleep on the couch, beer bottles scattered around the floor. I rushed up stairs, closing and locking my door. Maybe today will be one of those days where he sleeps the entire time I'm home. One can dream. I set my backpack down, walking into the bathroom. I inspected the bruises more carefully since I was worrying about when class started. I had nearly an hour until the spongebob marathon comes on. I freaking love spongebob, always have. Spongebob has no age limit.

I change into some sweatpants and grab out my homework. I prefer doing it before spongebob so I don't have to worry about how much I watch. I do my homework in order by hour. So first, I do science, then math, then history, then I do ELA, then computer programming (college reasons), and lastly, I start thinking about what Mr. Ray said about Sapphire. What if she hates me? What if she likes me but finds out about my dad and leaves me? What if she hurts me just like my dad and the bullies? All of these thoughts races through my head so much, I missed the first episode of my spongebob marathon.

After about an hour of spongebob, I decide to turn the tv off and listen to music. I turn on a song, but quickly stop it once I hear aggressive knocking on my door. Crap. My door flies open to reveal my very drunk father, who wasn't much of a father. He stumbles in, ripping me off my bed, and throwing me to the ground. He hovers over me and slaps me across the face. My hand flies up to my cheek. He continues kicking and punching me, and saying things like 'you worthless idiot' and 'you're the reason your mother left'. I just let him do it, I'm sure I deserved it. His words were true, if I was never born, then I would've never come out as gay, my mother would never have left, and my dad wouldn't abuse me. It was my fault, everything's always my fault. After one last punch to my face, my dad gets up and leaves. Once my door closes, I burst into tears. I was curled into a ball, crying my eyes out.

Once I had gained enough energy, I got up and went to the bathroom. I looked at the bruises, some still forming. I looked horrible. I turned off the lights and headed to bed.
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A/N: I hope you guys liked chapter one. I'm currently writing chapter two now. I will try and update often, but if I don't, I'm sure I'll make up a lame excuse. I'm going to try and go on a writing spree tonight and write at least a chapter, maybe more.

If you guys have any good 5sos fanfics, please recommend me some, the ones I'm reading need to be updated. Thank you.