promise me!

Chapter 6

I felt more confident about going to school.. I know I had at least one person who I could be with and trust.

It still seemed crazy. I can't get my head around it.

I got dressed, deciding to dress up a bit more then usual. I chose a long sleeved t shirt and some leggings and added my  converse to match. I tied up my hair, adding a bow and put on a little bit of mascara.

As I entered the school, I remembered something. I never texted Michael. Nerves kicked in as I saw his smiley little face watching me.

"Hey.. You okay?"
"Yeah! Michael I'm sorry I forgot to message you last night.... I was going to tell you but I was just so ti- "  I was cut off
"It's okay I said you didn't have to if you didn't want and you can take your time"

I was kinda if annoyed. He clearly thought I was making up pathetic excuses to cover up the fact I was too embarrassed or scared. I am but I was going to tell him.

As the day progressed, all I could think of was michael And how he was treating me. I felt special, and wanted which I hadn't experienced for a few years.

During 4th period I was called down to the reception and told to wait. I knew I had an appointment with Dr Phillips. I was told to wait in the office which was normally how it went.

Dr Phillips came out and was about to invite me in when a familiar face entered the office. Michael.

My heart dropped. He obviously knew now but he gave no expression, basically acted like he'd never seen me before. I wanted to run, run away from here get away from everything and everyone. I knew I was messed up and I knew no one cared. They just have to deal with me because it's their job not because they want to help. And as for michael, I didn't know what to do.

I walked into her office and sat down. My eyes were focused on the floor the whole time. The same routine was repeated but I couldn't be bothered. I got up and walked out and she didn't follow. She was probably expecting me to one day.

I ran to the toilets and was sick. I felt dizzy and I couldn't breathe. Everything was coming back to me, every piece of hate I got, all the times i was beaten by older more popular kids because I was some sad loser. I wanted to die ...

"Megan??" I heard his voice coming from outside but I didn't see the point in responding. I kept as silent as I could before he gave up and walked off.

I messaged my mum telling her how I was ill and she picked me up. I went straight to bed to try and shut myself away from the world.

Replaying in my mind was the events of the day... I couldn't sleep! So I decided I had to do something. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

Picking up the blade I pierced my arm until I felt I had punished myself enough. I cleaned up the mess and crawled back into bed.

That night I cried myself to sleep. I kept looking at my phone and I was aware of the missed calls and endless texts from Michael.... But what was the point

A/N.  Hey guys x I hope thsi was okay please comment your opinions on if I should carry on wth the theme xx