fix me

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lukes pov

buzz buzz buzz is all i hear.  ugh i groan there's school today.  after about 10 minutes of laying in bed contemplating whether or not to skip i finally get up.  i groggily rub my eyes and head to the bathroom.  i strip down and right as i am about to get in the shower i look at the horrible sight in front of me, my body. ugh im so ugly and fat. just a worthless piece of shit no wonder nobody wants me.  i sigh heavily and proceed in the shower. 

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i head to my closet to choose out today's outfit.  after a bit of rummaging i find my black blink 182 t-shirt with black jeans and black vans; usual.  after geling up my hair and putting on a million braclets i'm out the door and heading to school. no need to say goodbye to my mom considering she's never here anyways. and here i am... hell. i slowly walk in the door with my head low and earbuds in, i really don't want to be noticed right now. as i'm about to head into my English room i am slammed up against the lockers. when i finally look up to see who it is it's to no surprise Cameron Dallas. he has been bullying me since 8 grade and quite frankly i'm used to it.

"hey fag how was your weekend?" when i don't answer he asks again this time yelling anger boiling inside of him.  "jesus gay ass just talk already, like use your mouth can you do that?" when i don't answer again he takes a different approach than the usual punch to the face. he does something unexpected; he slams me to the ground and starts to kick me repeatedly, hard, to the gut. i double over in pain tears begging to let loose but i don't let them. he notices my fear and grabs me by the collar of my shirt. "aw is little lukey gonna cry haha cm'on do it baby" he screams at me as a crowd is forming around us. after the entire crowd of douche bags and sluts bursts into a fit of laughter he leaves me with one last remark and a punch to the gut just for fun. "see ya around buddy!" echos in my head as he drops me to the ground and walks off. now i am left in the middle of the hallway hurt and broken. i slowly get up after the crowd has vanished and first period bell has rung.

i slowly make my way to the bathroom and get into a stall. i slide down the cold wall and just cry, i sob each one making my throat close up. as i am attempting to control my breathing not really wanting to have a panic attack right now the bathroom door opens, great i think to myself cameron has come back for more. but i am surprised to hear a different voice than camerons devil like laugh, instead i hear somebody speaking to me. "hey luke i saw the fight out there... are you okay" i instantly recognize the voice it's Michael Clifford. *sniffle* yeah i'm great just dandy! i think to myself. next thing i know the stall is door is being opened and right in front of me is lilac hair and sorry eyes.