why me? // magcon

Chapter 2

Isabella's Pov

As I was getting books from my locker, Shawn approached me. "Good morning Isabella" He smiled.

"Morning" I said.

"So how you've been?" He asked.

I slammed my locker. "What do you think?" I exclaimed.

"Calm down. I just asked you a question" He said putting his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, it's just that I've been upset these past couple of days." I said.

"Well it's okay to be mad about what happened. You don't deserve this." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. why does guys always do that?

"Isabella, you're a strong girl and you know that. You just need to have courage and fight them back. Make it look like you're not scared of them. then maybe they will stop bulling you. okay?" he hugged me. I smiled and hugged him back. We pulled away and he wiped my tears. I never realized I was crying.

I changed the subject. "So how do you like this school so far?" I asked.

"I didn't like it until I met you." He smiled. I am probably blushing crazy right now.

"You never told me why you moved to this school" I said out of curiosity.

"And you never told me who bullied you" He said back. I was about to speak, but then the school bell rang.

I walked into my first period and spotted Taylor, Nash and Aaron. I started to shake a little. They had smirks on their faces. I slowly walked to the opposite side from where there sitting. From the corner of my eye I see them whispering something to each other. Then Taylor quickly ran up to me and tripped me. I fell forward and hit my head on the desk. My nose started bleeding. I looked around and see everyone laughing at me. The teacher wasn't here yet so I ran out the door and went to the washroom.

I checked every stall seeing if anyone was here. No one was, so I locked the door and started to cry. As I was crying, I thought of the happy memories that my mom and I shared. I thought that thinking about it will help me forget about what's happening to me, but it just made it worse. I kept crying about how happy I was with my mom. I miss her so much.

I remember the days when she would sing me a lullaby to make me fall asleep when I was scared of the thunder. When she would write notes on my lunchbox saying, "Stay strong baby girl. Have a nice day. -Love Mom."
When she would take me to the park when I had a rough day. When she would give me Ice cream from not crying when I got hurt. When she would always say I was her world. Those memories flooded back and I couldn't stop crying.

By now I could hear people knocking on the other side of the door asking if I was okay. I covered my ears and just ignored it. I couldn't stand of getting bullied and I couldn't stand the fact that my bundle of joy died. So I got up and started punching the walls and kicked the stall doors. I went in front of the mirror and looked closely at my self and whispered. "I don't belong in this world."  Then I screamed and punched the mirror hard causing my knuckles to bleed.

I looked at my hand and slid down the wall. I brought my knees to my head and pulled my hair. "I HATE MY SELF FOR COMING INTO THIS WORLD!" I yelled. I lay down on the floor and look at the shattered glass. "Why me?" I whispered to my self.