Bullied by them

Chapter 4: 911

In class, Ms.Smith started talking about something involving language arts, but I was to busy thinking about my crush, Damon. He was fairly tall, he has light grey eyes, with black shaggy hair that framed his face. He had black spider bites. People considered him "one of the freaks", and I don't understand why because he's fucking hot. I'm always worried about sitting next to him in second hour, because I might do something embarrassing or--
"Mr.Clifford, is there something you'd like to share to the class?" The teacher spoke up making me break from my daydream.

"No Ms.Smith." He said caught off guard.

"Oh I think you do. Passing notes in class? Why don't you come up here and read it?"

"Sure Ms.Smith." he said in a cocky voice. He looked back at me and smirked before standing up and walking to the front of the class. As all eyes focused on him. He unfolded the piece of paper and read grinning to himself,
"Calum, what do you think of Erin? I think she's an ugly fat pathetic whore." My eyes widened after hearing that and started filling with tears as people laughed. I grabbed my things and rushed out of the classroom. The last thing I heard was Ms.Smith shouting at Michael to go to the office. I rushed to the bathroom and went to the last stall. I slid down the wall, pulling at my hair, bringing my knees to my chest as I cried my eyes out.
I mumbled to myself in a shaky voice,
"What did I ever do to him?"
I slid up the sleeves of my sweatshirt and looked at my wrists, I still had a few fresh cuts from yesterday.
"I don't understand what I have done to make everyone hate me so much, but I don't blame them because I hate myself too."
I grabbed my back pack and took out a broken sharpener from the front pocket. I held it in the tip of my fingers, looking at it thinking it was for the best.

As the tears showered down my face, I slit my wrists faster and faster thinking of everything everyone's ever said about me.... I watched the blood run down my wrist as my vision started getting blurry before everything went black, the last thing I heard was the bathroom door open.

Brooklyn's pov:
*flash back*
I spent the rest of the hour ignoring Michael after he read the note he wrote about Erin.

As soon as the bell rang I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed out of the room trying to find Erin, but she was no where to be seen. Until I heard a high pitched scream come from the bathroom. I ran into the bathroom to find a puddle of blood running through the cracks of the tiles. I looked under the stall to find Erin passed out bleeding profusely. Without thinking I crawled under the stall, the blood soaking into my white ripped skinny jeans. My eyes water as I wrapped my arms around Erin tightly,
"HELP, SOMEONE CALL 911" I shouted at the top of my top of my lungs, balling my eyes out. "Stay with me. Don't fucking leave me Erin. Please." I cried, holding her even closer not caring about the blood that surrounded me. "Erin don't give up... Please. I need you. "

After about 5-10 minutes the janitor and the paramedics rushed into the bathroom. The janitor took off the stall door as quickly as he could and the paramedics came into the stall taking Erin out of my arms putting her onto a gurney. Once she was on they got her out of bathroom as fast as they could, with me running after them down the halls of the school until we got to the parking lot where the ambulance was. They lifted her up into the ambulance. I tried to get in but they pushed me back telling me I couldn't, because I wasn't family. I got on my knees and cried covering my face with my hands as they drove away....

....To be continued...