This chapter is depressing, and I wanted make it to send a message. People are there for you, they really are! If you are bullied or you just hate yourself, suicide or self harm are NEVER the answer! If you are battling depression, PLEASE contact me, an adult, a close friend, or even another Wattpadder! Anyway, this chapter IS a part of the main story, but if this will make you reopen old wounds, make new ones or WORSE, DON'T READ IT!!
Mangle's POV
I sat in the back class. Lonely. I ate by myself at lunch. Lonely. I went on the bus to only be bullied. Lonely. I came home and went to the bathroom to cut open my skin. Worthless. I'm a worthless, pathetic, disgrace... I used the blade to cut my wrists, hating, but loving, every moment of it. Time to go home... I thought as I left the alley, I limped back home, feeling weak as the blood oozed out of my system. I checked my phone to see it was almost 5. Hopefully no one worries.... why would they, I'm not worth life.... These thoughts are true, I know they are. Even kids make fun of me... even attack me. I'm just glad no one knows that Flynn calls me 'Mangle'. I hate it, I have know idea WHY he does. It make me wonder if actually loves me. If my older brother doesn't, who would? "Well, well, well, look who it is!" Oh, no. Veronica. "H-Hey, Veronica." I whimpered. "Don't act coy, bitch, you're fucking dead!!" Dammit! I ran as she chased after me. I wasn't as fast as her, but I was damn near, and that's all that matters! My body was still limp, my self harming fatigues me alot more than I think. Need... to get.... to..... the house.... I heard her footsteps right behind me, sensing I needed to speed it up. I ran, hopped, ran hopped, then tripped. I scraped my kneee, but I stood up, not wanted to be hurt any more than that. I saw the house, just 2 blocks ahead. "YOU CAN GET WHOEVER YOU WANT TO, I'M GONNA GET YOU!!" I heard Veronica threaten. As I got closer to house I pulled out my keys, and took the one I needed to open the door. One more block. As I thought that, I sped up, not wanted to risk dying because Veronica was a few inches away. My legs were aching. But once I'm in my room, it'll all be worth it. "YOU'RE A DEAD BITCH!!" I whimpered at that comment. I had been holding in tears the entire time. After she kept insulting me, I stopped.... right in front of the house. Veronica caught up to me. The rest is a blur.... of red.
Sigh, about a half hour later...
I woke up in a bush. I felt a hot smear up my hand and face. Blood. I already know the one responsible for this. I could barely stand, but I got to my feet. All the times she made fun of me and beat me up is nothing compared to what she did this time. I just decided to go home and cry to myself. That's what I'm best at.
Foxy's POV
I looked out the window. Silence. Everyone had left. My parents weren't home yet. I was home. Alone. I got bored of my games, fapping doesn't help, so I just looked out the window. Looking at everyone. Some kids playing. Some people talking. Everything was calm. I liked it. I loved it. It was dawn, to make the sight even more beautiful. I took a deep breath. I decided to savor the moment while I could. Foxy and Garret were asleep I guessed. Funny, they're like my children. The beauty of this moment humbled me. Too bad Miranda wasn't here to witness it with me. Either way, she probably noticed this. Have to pee. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants(why the fuck am I writing this shit....) and aimed in the toilet. 100% accuracy. I flushed and washed my hands. I went to my room and sighed loudly. I lay in bed, and went on my phone. I searched for random stuff.
This is boring.
'Do you remember what you should do when you're bored?'
'Text a random number 'I'm pregnant''
That seemed fun, so I did that. They replied saying, 'who the fuck is this?!'. I stifled my laughter. Then I heard the door open and close. Then someone running up the stairs into Miranda's room. Figures. I went to my sister room, but the door was locked. "Miranda, let me innnnn!!" I singsonged. "No..." I faintly heard her. She sounded sad. "C'mon, please. What's wrong?" "Leave me alone, Flynn!!"
'Keep on trying.'
'Or keep on dying.'
"I'm not gonna leave until you tell me." She didn't answer that time. I was really fucking worried now. What the Hell was up? I stood there waiting for an answer. She opened the door. Her head was down. Miranda hugged me. I did notice something. Her hand...
'We're gonna fuck someone up tomorrow.'
'I just know it.'
Someone has a death wish.
Her face felt really warm.
'OH HELL NAW!!!'
'SOMEONE IS DYING TONIGHT!!!!'
SHIT IS GOIN' THE FUCK DOWN, DAMMIT!!!!'
I was steaming pissed. "Who did this to you?" I asked her, gritting my teeth.
Well, shit is going down! Again, guys, this was made to spread a message. One of my friends has thought of suicide for FOUR YEARS! If I didn't find out, a life would've been taken too soon! So if you or someone you know is having these types of thoughts TELL ME OR SOMEONE ELSE!! This is SERIOUS! Help is there! Even if you don't think there is!!
