The Perfection of My Insanity

The Perfection of my Insanity : Bullied by 1D

His large hands pinning mine down to the seat as he strattles me. I wiggle and struggle to break free when I here the others wolf howl as everyone else one the bus continued to do what they were doing.

"Get off !!!! you over grown prick" I yell in his face.

" I don't know, I kind of like this position" Harry whispers bending down to my ear level.Now his crotch is hovering over my knees 'big mistake'. He leaves an opening that I gladly close by connecting my knee with his crotch. He screams in pain and his right hand retreats to his crotch. I swiftly chop him in the throat and flip him over. I punched him in the face repeatedly. Then Louis pulls me back by my dark hair and puts me in a choke hold. I feel numerous blows to the stomach and by the feel of the pain it'.s Liam. Louis finally lets go and I fall over in my seat holding my stomach.

"IT.IS.THE.SAME.SHIT.EVERY.FUCKING.DAY."yells Niall with every slap and punch to the face. Niall may be a complete and utter asshole but he is right this has been happening every day sence 6th grade and we're all 8th graders now.

"Come on lads let's go" said Niall walking past me off the bus giving me a death glare.I replied with a sarcastic smile trying to hide my pain and over the years of dealing with those five and my parents I'm an expert on that topic. I pick up my phone and stuff it in my pocket. I don't have anyone to call but my parents and my cousin but she is in England for school.

So I'm stuck here with my thoughts in class as the teacher blabs on and on about more of this bullshit. She dismisses the class and for a second I feel joy.Then I remember that I have P.E . I hate wearing that damn uniform not because I have bruises or anything. I do have a couple of scars here and there that can easily be mistaken as accidents.

All my bruises are on my stomach and sides some on my arms and shoulders and face. My point is that I have to wear shorts in a class with Niall and Harry.........yeah now you see my predicament. I make my way towards the gymnasium when I bump into Niall.

"Watch where the fuck you're going bitch" he yells with his thick irish accent.

"You watch where you're going asshole" I yell back.

"TWAT" he yells

"BASTARD" I reply

"CUNT" he spits

" LEPRECHAUN" I say plainly knowing the effect it has on him.

Niall hates to be called that, like Harry hates to be curly because of his hair same with Zayn being called pretty boy. People think because of his looks he can't fight. Which isn't completely wrong.Louis hates to be called a fag because he's sassy and Liam hates to be call a dumbass because he is tough.He can fight and some people think that he is stupid and that, that's all there is to him but they couldn't be more wrong, Liam would be in honors classes but he turned it down because it would mess with his reputation which I think is stupid in my opinion

"What did you just call me" said a pissed off Niall raising his brow.I'm shaking in my converse (note the sarcasm).

"I think you heard my loud and fucking clear, Horan" I state standing on my toes to reach his eye level.

"We'll see about that" he glares before walking away into the gym.

The entire time of gym Niall and Harry where whispering to each other and looking me. No doubt they were planning to kick my ass after this buy hey I have made it this far and my cousin said I could move in with her and leave all of the shit behind, start a new.

When gym was over I wait for all the girls to leave the locker room I don't want any one to see the bruises on my stomach.

When I was in the locker room pulling on my shirt and getting ready to leave I heard a voice.

"You know, those bruises look well on you" said the voice. I quickly pulled down my shirt to be face to face with Harry or should I say face to chest.

"When you kneed me in the dick it hurt a lot you know" he said grabbing my neck. With one hand he almost picking my up off the ground.

"That was the game plan" I choked out.

"It looks like people never learn" said Niall smirking. He walked over to Harry and I and looked at my with question and frustration. I already know what he is thinking. He's want to know why I fight back even thought I will loose in the end. He wants to know why I provoke him when I should fear him. Believe it or not there was a time when I did. I use to just sit there and let them beat me up but that was when I had nothing to fight for.Now that I have a chance to get out of this hell I'm not taking their shit anymore.

I took my hand and placed it on Harry's. I dug my nails into his skin and he loosend his grip. I pushed away his hand and he struck my face with the other. Niall pull Harry back and stepped in .

" You're such a worthless little bitch" Niall mutter under his breath but I still heard him. I was about to reply when his fist connected with my face causing me to trip over the locker room bench and hit my head against the lockers.