Jonah's POV
*Bam*
Someone plowed into me.
"Watch where youre-" I began as I looked down to see who the hell ran into me.
Hannah?
Wait.. was she crying? And that was a monster bruise. What the fuck happened to her?
"Hannah.. what happened?" I questioned.
"Nothing Jonah. I'm fine. Can you please get out of my way?" She asked, clearly in a hurry.
I had bullied this girl since the 6th grade but I had never seen her like this. She was hurting.
And for some reason, that killed me.
So I stepped out of her way and she flew past me.
Mrs. Henson was my last hope to find out what the actual fuck happened to Han.
I made my way down the hall to Mrs. Henson's room.
"Mrs. Henson? Can I talk to you about something?" I asked.
"Sure thing, Jonah. What's going on?" She questioned.
"It's Hannah. She plowed into me in the hall and there was a bruise covering her face Mrs. Henson. I'm worried about her. Things like that don't just happen. She's hiding something from me. Well, from everyone." I told her.
"I know, Jonah. I'm concerned as well. She sleeps in my class and her stomach growls so loud in class. She's a woman of secrets. She'll open up when the time is right. She just needs someone she can trust." Mrs. Henson replied.
"She can trust me." I told Mrs. Henson.
She didn't know that due to my constant bullying but I would swim all the oceans just to see that girl smile.
That's when she entered.
"Good morning, Jonah!" She said, all to cheerfully.
I was confused by her happiness when speaking to me.
"Good morning?" I said as I walked out of the class room.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts, bruises, and broken hearts
Teen FictionDepression, anxiety, and anorexia make a day in the life of Hannah Brooklyn nearly impossible.