Suicide Silence

Chapter 2

'Ive made a friend' Zayn thought, smiling as he processed everything that had just happened. 'Well, maybe it's too early to tell if its a true friendship but I hope everything works out' he thought.
When they arrived back on campus, Niall's face lit up as he saw his friends, but, to Zayn's disgust, his friends were Liam and his gang. When they saw Niall with gay boy as they called Zayn, their eyes turned. The anger in their faces was far too obvious.
"I've gotta go!" Quickly, Zayn ran past them and straight up to his dorm room that he shared with a blonde, Australian boy named Luke Hemmings. Crying, he rushed into the bathroom and fumbled around at the back of the cupboard for his razor, he found it as soon as the blade touched his finger.
He placed the blade against his pale skin, exhaled slowly, then sunk it deep into his skin. He repeated the process until his arm was covered in blood. Washing his arm off, he sighed with content. Zayn had done this for years, not meaning anything bad by it when he first started but it all got worse when he moved up into high school. Even his roommate didnt know about Zayn's obsession, but it wasn't enough. He finally rolled his sleeve down to cover the blood now dripping slowly down his arm towards his pale hands.
He plucked up the courage to return to Art class with Mrs MacPherson, the ratty teacher, he didn't want to but if he didn't then he'd be in so much more trouble than he wanted. Cautiously, he snuck in the door and placed himself down on the empty seat at the back of the class away from everyone else.
"How nice it is for you to join us, Mr Malik" Mrs MacPherson smirked. 'How had she even noticed him?' Everyone turned around and stared at him, he felt his face flush. "Yeah, how nice it is," Liam joined in, his beautiful fringe flopping over his face. Zayn couldn't help staring at him. "Eww! Stop staring at me you gay faggot!" Liam screamed, everyone laughed. Nothing had ever felt worse for Zayn, being in Liam's class was a mixture of a dream and a nightmare. Being able to see his beautiful hair and his gorgeously, brown eyes but also his constant bullying and his homophobia... " Just leave me alone!" Zayn tried to shout but it came out more of a whimper. A worthless cry for help like a puppy.
"Go fucking kill yourself, you ugly freak!" Harry shouted, "nobody fucking likes you anyway you gay creep!" Even Mrs MacPherson smirked at that.
Zayn could feel tears welling up, he was determined not to show weakness around Liam but it wasn't working, he collected his things and raced out of the class and towards the park, with a rope in his backpack, his next intention was inevitable.