I stare at the mirror, fingers facing away from me, palms firmly on the sink. Looking at all the things he brings me down for. My under eye circles from countless nights staying up thinking about him and his gang hurting me; the scars on my face from when he threw me down. He even pokes fun and my [h/c] and [e/c]. Of course, like any good bully, he points out my weight. I'm not skinny, but I'm not a tomato, but he makes me feel like I am. He does all of these things to me, but why? What have I ever done to him?!
I walk out of the bathroom and look up when I hear two familiar laughs. Penguin and Sachi stand there with Bepo snickering at me. I look at Bepos face. He was once my friend, but then He came along. I look down again when Bepo looks sadly at me. I don't need his pity, he betrayed me.
"Look what the dump truck tossed out." Sachi said. After Him, Sachi is the worst. Penguin just nods along, or helps with the physical abuse part, but nothing else really. "Hey! Look at me when I am talking to you trash!" I get slammed against the wall with Sachi pinning it to me. He grabs my wrist, the sting clear on my face, and throws me to the other wall. Passers by notice, but it's just me so no one cares. The teachers are cruel too, all of them. He has dirt on them all, even the principal, so they don't do anything to help me out of pure fear that He would leak whatever they did out.
I slide against the wall and sit there on the floor. The bell rings, but that doesn't stop Sachin and Penguin from repeatedly kicking my stomach.
"Lets get out of here, I have math and I need to study for a test." Sachi says. I look up and spit blood out of my mouth. I see Bepo look back at me, then turn back around. I try to stand in the empty halls, but to no avail. So I sit there, coughing blood every once and a while, feeling like crying. I pull out my pocket knife. I feel so alone, so sorry for myself. I know if anyone saw me do this to myself I would be more of an outcast, bullied harder. I feel the cool metal in my vein and feel the blood coming out. This is not good enough, deeper, harder, more. I need to feel the comfort I get from this. I do it again, this time on my ankle, then again on my legs, the on my other wrist, the the other ankle, and the other leg. I do it all over my body until I see red on my shirt. I sigh and cough up more blood. Trying to stand up is hard enough, but when I get up and start to the bathroom that is three feet away, I feel like I ran a marathon, twice. I'm bleeding all over, and still coughing blood. I get into the bathroom again and take out my spare shirt. I take paper towels and clean up the blood from my body.
Finally making my way out of the bathroom and turning the corner I see the face that haunts me. He has tears streaked on his face, and his eyes are puffy. My heart breaks for him. I want to comfort him, my heart speeds up at the thought of hugging him, but my brain reminds me, Trafaglar Law is my bully, he is the one that hurts me the most. To like him is a crime. I look down again, trying to walk as far away and fast from him. I'm already twenty minutes late to my classes, not that the teacher cares. Sometimes I don't come in at all because I'm stuck on the floor where my love- I mean my bully and his thugs have thrown me and kicked me and left me.
"Hey, bit- I mean [y/n]." He grunts. My heart beats out of control, from fear and the fact he said my name. I stop walking and look down, I just finished coughing up blood and cutting myself, what more can he do to me today? I look down and face him, I learned that if I don't I'll get hurt worse.
"A-are y-you okay?" he mutters. I shoot my head up, making it hurt a little, but who cares?! My heart is beating out of my chest. I stare at him wide eyed, I feel faint. What's wrong with me? I should be running away, screaming, punching him for doing this to me then after all this time asking if I was okay!
"W-wh-what? I-I d-idn't do-do anything wrong." I stutter. I'm scared out of my mind. He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on, and walks closer to me.
