why me? // magcon

Chapter 3

Isabella's Pov

I finally had the courage to get up. I was a little wobbly, but managed to walk to the door. I took a deep breath and I opened the door revealing a group of people with worried looks on their faces. I slowly made my way to my Locker and grabbed my stuff. I can still feel people's eyes on me. I ignored it and walk to the schools entrance. I walked to my car and from the corner of my eyes. I see them. The 8 jerks who ruined my life. There was another boy in the back, but I couldn't really see him. They were all goofing around until one moved and revealed Shawn. My eyes widen and I gasped. I quickly get in my car. Why! The one friend that has been there for me is friends with those jerks. I knew I shouldn't trust him. But then I realized he doesn't know who bully's me so I shouldn't get mad at him. I left the parking lot and drove home.

When I got home. I immediately took a shower to wash the blood off. My hand kind of sting, but I got use to the pain afterwards. After my shower, I didn't bother to dry my hair. I changed into my pyjamas and searched through my bathroom cabinet for a bandage wrap. I found one and wrapped it around my hands. After that was done, I went downstairs to eat and watch tv. As I watching tv, my eyes started getting heavy and the last thought I had was my mom.

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I woke up by the door opening. I checked my phone to see what time it is and I saw that Shawn had texted me several times saying. "Where were you?", "Are you okay?", "I heard what happened!", "Please answer me." I didn't bother to answer his messages. I got up and went into the kitchen to find my dad drinking water.

"Hey kiddo! How was school today?" He questioned.

"Uh, it was... Great" I lied. I hate lying to my dad, but I don't want him to find out or else he's gonna confront them and it will be embarrassing that a 17 year old tattle tale on a bunch of guys to her dad.

"That's great! So did you eat dinner yet?" I was thinking of ordering pizza. Is that okay with you?" He asked.

"Ya sounds great." I smiled.

"Okay." Was all he said and walked into his office. I sighed and ran to my bedroom. I laid on my bed and went through my social media apps on my phone. I turned my phone off, put it down and heard my phone ringing several times. I got messages from all the guys. And let me tell you, they weren't very nice texts.

I'm different from the other people who gets bullied. People mostly cuts and try's to commit suicide, but me? Well the reason why I don't cut is because I know my mom wouldn't approve of it. I'm trying to stay strong for her and my self. I know shes watching me from up there. Then my arms started to get itchy so I found a razor and was debating whether or not to cut. I cried and looked up.

"Sorry" I spoke. I then started cutting on my arm. It felt good. I should've done this sooner, but It didn't feel right that time. I wiped the blood and went to bed.

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My alarm went off and I shut it off. I rolled out of bed. I took a shower, dried my hair and put my usual makeup on. I picked my outfit and put it on. I went downstairs to the kitchen and see my dad eating breakfast.

"Morning sweetie!" My dad chirped.

"Morning dad. I thought you had work early in the morning?" I questioned.

"I do, but I woke up late so I'm going half day today" He said. I nod. I sat across from him and ate my breakfast in silence. After I finished, I left my bowl in the sink and exchanged goodbyes and I love you with my dad. I got in my car and drove to school.

As I entered the school. I saw the  principal standing in the hallway looking around. And when she spotted me, she came up to me.

"Isabella. May I have a word with you in my office please?" She said worried. I nod. When we got to her office, it immediately smelled like flowers. Just like my moms garden.

"So I was aware that you lost it in the bathroom yesterday and started to punch the walls, kicked the bathroom stalls and broke the mirror. Am I correct?" She stated while looking through papers.

"Yes and I'm very sorry about that. It's just that" I paused. I sighed. "These past couple of days have been rough for me" I said.

"How so?" She questioned.

"It's personal." I quietly said.

"Well. Your cause of actions yesterday sacred and worried some people. You shouldn't vandalized this school like that. So I'm sorry to say this, but I think you should seek therapy" she stated.