Saved By An Angel

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DISCLAIMER:All characters associated with any person, living or dead, are coincidental. *FICTIONAL* All stories are original.

CHAPTER ONE:

I woke up to the rays of the warm sunlight shining through the curtains which were slightly left ajar. 

I told myself that today is going to be another good day. This always makes me feel better. After throwing on a shirt, jeans and sneakers I left the house for school. 

It's autumn now and leaves were turning yellow-brown, falling from trees like little snowflakes.The sound of the crisp crackling of the leaves is like a symphony to my ears.  

I've always dreaded school since I was in grade 5. I've played truant, cut myself, and drew vulgarities on my yearbook photos.  

Because I got bullied.  

Because I was forgotten. 

On countless nights, how I wished that I could fall asleep and never wake up. 

Whenever I close my eyes in bed, nightmarish scenes from the day would replay itself over and over again in my head, like a cassette tape stuck on replay. I hated it. 

I hated everyone. Everything.  

"Ring!!" The bell rang, indicating for the first lesson of the day. 

It was Algebra. 

How I hated algebra. 

In class I sat next to this guy named Kenny, and he was kinda cute.He didn't ignore me like all the other guys did when I talked to them, and he would always reply my questions with a smile. 

Was I falling in love?  

I questioned myself again and again. 

Could it be? 

My mind was racing with a thousand questions, just as the second bell rang and we had to leave for history.  

I waved goodbye to Kenny and continued to my next class, dragging my feet through the crowds in the hallway.  

I couldn't stop thinking about Kenny throughout the entire day. 

"Oh my goodness, is something wrong with me? I shouldn't be falling in love. Everyone hates me. Hatred is my best friend. " 

Night came. I lay in the darkness.Negative thoughts started to envelope me. Again, I took out the penknife and I started cutting.  

One cut. 

Two cut. 

Three. 

Always telling myself, just one more cut. 

Drip.Drip.Drip. 

The carpet of the bathroom was soon stained with blood. 

Red. 

Burning red. 

Looking at the deep scars on my arm, I laughed to myself. At least it makes me feel better. 

I slumped into depression.  

"Bitch.Do you know how ugly you are? Those scars on your hands, your stupid face and your lousy fashion sense, you don't deserve to live! "  

"You don't deserve to live, ugly hoe." 

"Hahahahahah! She's so helpless." 

"Oh my god. Look at that girl. She's so ugly she looks like she's been run over by a truck." 

The popular kids picked on me again.Today. In the hallway, with so many people watching. 

Just as I was about to stand up and run away, I felt my left cheek burning and everything blacked out.  

"Hey, are you okay?" 

As I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of gentle blue eyes staring back at me. 

This face.This voice. 

Kenny! 

He told me that he happened to see one of the bullies slap me hard across the cheek and even spat on me. After giving them a quick scolding, he sent me to the nurse's room. 

I was so touched I didn't know what to do. I just sat up and hugged him tightly. 

How I wish time could stop. At this moment.

Comment please? :) This is my first time trying to write something :) 

Part 2 will come soon :)

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