Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 2 . Living Hell

Chapter 2. Living Hell

Aria's P.O.V

Zayn started chuckling evilly then plastered a smirk on his face as he walked to my table. I tried avoiding his gaze but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him "Prepare for hell" he said in a way as if he was just casually giving me an invitation to a party.

I looked at him frightened and tried to pull out of his grasp but he tightened his hold, digging his fingers deep into my cheeks. I whimpered and the pain caused tears to well up in my eyes. This only made his smirk grow bigger, he finally let me go but drew his hand back and slapped me hard on my right cheek. Everyone started snorting with laughter as I kept my head down, staring at my hands in my lap. He finally joined his friends at the table next to mine. Their usual place, this allowed them to throw things, such as over sharpened pencils, paint brushes, charcoals, rubber even splat paint in my hair, easily. What annoyed me is that the teacher never noticed anything she set the tasks 5 minutes into the lesson and hasn't turned away from the computer ever since. Suddenly I felt something sticky with a very unpleasant smell coming from my hair. Paint. I sighed heavily as they all just laughed at me. I walked over to the sink and washed out the paint and cursed silently when bits of the paint decided to be stubborn. After I finished I turned and glanced at Zayn who had the biggest smirk in the world. God how I wish I can slap that annoying smirk off his face yet he looks so fit...

"what are you doing out of your seat Aria" I was ripped out of my thoughts by my teacher as she finally realised she's in a class room full of kids. "Sorry" I mumbled before walking back to my seat. After a while, guess who decided to sit at my table and harass the life out of me? Zayn. Obviously. He came and sat on the chair right next to mine and started saying words that made me feel worthless, unloved, unwanted. This always happened, even though I was used to it I couldn't help but fight my urge to break down and cry. Finally, the long and dreadful hour of art with Zayn finished and I rushed out of class quickly.

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Lunch was, as usual, hugely boring and torture. I don't understand what I did to deserve this much hate and pain. People constantly staring at me as I ate alone at a table. The staring made me feel very awkward so I threw out my food and went to the toilets and locked my self in one. I stood there crying quietly to myself and got out my blade from my bag and cut small lines across my wrist. The blood came gushing out as I sighed in relief. I made sure no one was outside before I stepped out and washed my wrist. It was really risky to do this in school but I can't help it I just get that sudden urge to cut, like a drug, it's very addictive and it releases the pain but after the bleeding stops the pain returns. I wanted to skip lessons because I can't learn anything with people constantly judging me, picking on me, bullying me. I wanted school to end but at the same time I didn't because I would end up seeing Zayn again and would get beaten.

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Finally after hours of being in a living hell I made my way home but it wasn't over. I had to face Zayn again. I never found out why he did this to me ever since I first started at this school I never seemed to fit in and Zayn just started beating me so much out of nowhere. I walked slowly, lost in thought, with my head down, staring at the ground. Suddenly I banged into a hard chest. I looked up so close to apologize until I saw who it was. My expression changed from shocked to frightened to sadness to regret as I stared into his brown eyes losing my self in them until I saw it. That smirk. "Can't keep your self off me, can we now?" I started trembling violently and my heart raced as I continued to stare at his face. His smirk left his face as he started boiling with anger "ANSWER ME!!!" he shouted and punched my in the face. I yelped in pain and covered my face with my hands. I felt the blood trickling out of my nose. A too familiar pain jolted through my stomach as I screamed again and fell on my knees.

I could hear four other voices cheering Zayn on as he continued to torture me. Obviously they were his group. I only knew what one of their name was. The curly one with dimples and a baby-face, I think it was Harry.Finally, the kicking and punching was over and I could hear their footsteps and voices fade away as I was left on the quiet street to suffer the pain. Thankfully there wasn't too much blood but my stomach had a throbbing pain and the blood from my nose was still flowing slowly.

I pushed myself off the floor and covered my nose with my hand and quickly made my way home. I walked into the house and it reeked of cigarettes and alcohol but my dad was nowhere in sight and I couldn't hear him either. Probably out, thank god I've had enough beatings already. I walked up to my room and went to the bathroom. I couldn't take it no more so I got my blade and sat down once again cross-legged on the bathroom floor. This time instead of cutting I carved 'worthless' on my left arm and 'mistake' on the other. It was messy on my right arm but you could still make out the letters. My arms felt like they were on fire but I sat there and let the pain remain as time dragged. When I was finally satisfied I washed my arms and changed into my night wear and curled into a ball on my bed and drifted off to sleep.

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I DONT LIKE THIS CHAPTER :( anyways comment and pwease vote and follow!!! I might do Zayn's P.O.V in the next chapter. I need at least 3 votes for the next chapter ok?!?! :P thnxxxx xx ;)