The Perfection of My Insanity

bruised masterpiece

Liam's Pov:

If Niall knew that I ditched them for the second time to study he would kick my ass or at least he would attempt to, everybody knows that I'm the muscle in the group.

We all use to be like normal teenagers but in the 6th grade something cracked in Niall something that he told me but I guess it was too irrelevant for me to remember. All I know is ever since then he's been bullying Diamond and I guess we all just joined in too because of our stupid fucking reputations. Sometimes when people call me stupid I actually believe it .I think about how only a stupid ignorant follower will bully someone for reasons of which they can't remember. Then I look at my straight A's and say how could someone be so fucking stupid yet so smart so slowly I've been laying off on Diamond a bit hoping to God that I can find a way out of this mess so I am focusing on my studies and now I'm the smartest kid in my class. Diamond is the second she used to be the first but surprisingly I beat her.

So here I am with my head in the books my mind in the clouds and thinking about how I got myself in this fucked up situation praying for a way out.

Niall's Pov:

I look down at her lifeless body and smirk maybe this time she's dead, though I doubt it. I stop kicking her for one second and glance at the boys I see pure hatred in their eyes. I look down at her again but this time I noticed that she is smiling. She staring directly at me barely holding open her eyes. Blood from her nose and mouth dark rings around her eyes and her brown skin pale and bruised she looking directly in my eyes and she is smiling at me. The other guys must have noticed it too because they stopped pounding on her to look and her smile gets bigger I take a couple steps back and I'm a little creeped out of the sight that I'm seeing right now. We just beat her to a bloody pulp bruised her skin and scarred her body and she smiled at us. She smiles at us and stares into my eyes almost as if she's trying to strangle my soul. I walk away and the other boys follow and we just leave her there. This would not be the first time we left her like this and will not be the last either but this is definitely the first time she smiled at me and the weird part is she is supposed to fear us so why am I kind of scared of her right now.

Louis' Pov:

We walk away and leave Diamond there in the alley. There's something not right about that girl anybody else and I do mean anybody would shake and whimper at the fact of us beating them up but not her. She'll fight us and talk back knowing that the outcome will be worse for her .She will stay and fight instead of running and hiding. I always knew she wasn't right up stairs if you know what I mean but I never knew that she was insane .I mean taking a beating that's one thing and talking back that's another but lying there while four guys jump you that's just fucking mental and on top of that she smiled at Niall she smiled at him and stared him directly in the eyes. I'm still pissed at the fact that she called me gay but I'll give he this. That bitch got balls.

Diamond's Pov:

I see them walking away but I wait a little bit before fully getting up. I don't know why I smiled at Niall but I did.

I pull myself up off the ground and walk home its not sunny but it's not completely coudy either the shy is like a light shade of grey and I don't know why but I always love this color.

I use my house key to open up the door to this little place I call home its just after school so I know that my mother still at work and as usual my dad's asleep on the couch. I drag myself to the bathroom and take a nice long shower a scrub off all the blood and see it running down the drain .The swelling in my eyes and jaw is gone down a little bit and the hot water over my aching bones feels great. Once I'm done cleaning myself I stepped out the shower and the cold air hits every single one of my bruises and I flinch at the feeling. I grab my foundation and start putting it on my scars. I always told myself that your face is a masterpiece that should never be tampered with but that is going down the drain now because what if somebody kicks a hole in your masterpiece or punches it and each dent represents another day of hell to live. What if somebody smack your masterpiece to the floor and kicks dirt all over it.What if somebody ruins your masterpiece. And turns it into a worthless piece of shit. Leaving nothing but a broken picture slathered with purple markings symbolizing their hatred for everything about this masterpiece and everthing it is. Just another broken sad little picture that no one noticed and no one cared.

I place my foundation away as I walk up stairs and get dressed for bed .As I lay down I slowly slide my hand under my pillow .Another night I fall asleep holding this gun another night I wish I never existed.