Fixable

Why me?

|RAYLIN'S POV|

I get off the bus and go to my locker. When I get there, Casper is waiting there.
Crap. Don't let him in, Ray
"Hey," I say blankly, "could you move?"
"Look, I really am sorry about the other day, but please don't avoid me! I really didn't mean to hurt you, and I want to be friends. Please."
"Um, I mean we are f-friends.." I trail off
Crap, no no no
"I mean like not friends but like...a-acquaintances..but it's okay.. I'm fine.. I got over it." I stuttered
"Well, can we be friends? You seem really nice." He asked me
"Uh, I gotta get to my next class. Sorry, talk later? B-bye." I hurry off.
What am I gonna tell the teacher when he sees me with my backpack? Ugh

I hate lunch
"Hey look, rash girl! I figured you wouldn't show today! Thought you would have cut yourself too bad!"
No
Nononononono pleeaaaseee
"Or maybe she went mute! Great, we won't have to hear her crap! Hey, say something rash girl!"
No
Please..
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
He grabbed my shoulder
"S-stop-p..." I whisper out
"What was that rashy? SPEAK UP!"
He laughs and laughs. Everyone laughs
".....I.."
Why can't I make words?
"Hey, everyone! Look at this!"
He grabs me arm
NO!
He starts to pull up my sleeve
NONONONONONO
"STOP!!!" I scream
He stumbles back
He stares at me
Everyone does
"Nobody... Talks to me like that..." He grumbles out
He throws a punch
I feel pain and hear gasps and cheering
Then I feel a kick to my side
It hurts...
Footsteps
Casper....

I wake up to bright lights.
Where am I?
They're all staring
I look down
I'm wearing my bra and underwear 
My cuts
They're exposed
Everyone's staring
No
My thighs
My wrists
Stop
My sides
My arms
Don't look at me!
I can't move
I can't speak
Stop
STOP LOOKING!

"STOP!" I scream
I shoot up in bed. But it's not my bed. It's not my room. Not my house.
I look to my left out the window
My room...
I'm in casper's house...

I hear footsteps running up the stairs
"Raylin! Are you okay!?" He says, worried in the doorway
"I...w...where...?"
"Your at my house. After Adam hurt you I ran in. I got shoved around a bit. No big deal.. But I picked you up and took you here."
"Are you insane?! In the middle of the school day?! What are the teachers gonna say?! Take me back now!" I yell
"N-no, he was gonna hurt you badly I... It was instinct!" He stutters
"No! I'm going back!"
I try sitting up, but everything hurts
"Ow....."
"He got so mad because.... His dad mistreats him. He always yelled at him. So now he goes all crazy when someone yells at him. Triggers memories I guess."
"Oh.." I say quietly
I guess we all have our bad pasts
I look down
Shit
My hoodie is off, so only my t-shirt is on. My long pants are rolled up. My cuts.
I quickly cover myself with the blanket
"I have a really violent cat! Please don't get the wrong idea! Really I don't do that.." I quickly lie
"Raylin....please tell me the truth.."
"That is the truth! I swear!"
"Raylin..."
"I'm serious! Stop being so nosy!"
He says nothing. He just walks over and hugs me
No
"Stop, let g-"
"No. You need someone." He cuts me off
"No I don't! I'm fine on my own! I don't freaking do that!" I shove him off
"I'm leaving."
I get up, ignoring the pain the best I can. I roll down my pants and put on my hoodie and pick up my bag.
"Raylin, you-"
"Stop saying my name!" I yell
I run down and out of his house.
Tears stream down my face. I hear him calling after me.
I need to get away
Now.