Everything About You ➳ l.p

6} Gone

♡ Emily's POV ♡

Liam's gone... Things have only gotten worse. The separation is getting to me. I feel empty without him here... We talk and text but its not the same. I'm glad I get to hear his voice but I miss his touch. I miss his voice in person... I miss his comfort.

It's so hard. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. Days felt like weeks. He's only been gone a couple days and I already can't get over how sad I am.

Mckenzie has only gotten worse. She thinks that Liam came to school because I told him to. She thinks I told him to threaten her. Now she makes my life nothing less of a living hell...

The notes have gotten worse. Instead of once a day it's now increased to three times a day. More and more harmful things are stuffed into my locker each time.

There was so much this morning that when I opened my locker they fell out... I threw them all away instantly. I couldn't bear to read anymore. They just made me feel worse about myself. More insecure.

I've been trying my best not to self harm. I haven't cut once in the four day span that Liam has been gone. I intended to stay clean until he got back. But somehow there was something inside telling me that it wouldn't happen.

I opened my locker and piles of paper fell out. I sighed and gathered them up in my arms and tossed them into the trash bin. I stared at the floor and walked back to my open locker.

I bumped into someone and as I lifted my head to apologize I quickly stopped. In front of me stood Mckenzie, Heather and Chloe. I gulped as they stared down at me.

"You know... That was a really brave move of your boyfriend to come and defend you like that." She pauses to blow a bubble with her gum. "But where is he now?"

I stayed silent not answering. She looked at me expectingly and gestured for me to answer. When I didn't her eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance.

"Where is he? Huh?!" She snapped and grabbed me by my hair.

She threw me to the floor and I slid on the tile and crashed into the lockers. The wind was knocked out of me and I struggled to gain my breath back. I clutched my stomach and took in a deep breath desperately trying to take in as much air as possible.

"He's on tour isn't he? Isn't he?!" She yells.

I flinch at her tone as I slowly start to get my breathing to regular. She bent down to my level on the floor as I leaned against the locker for support.

"If he's on tour he can't protect you. No protection means that I can do whatever I want to you." She smirks.

She plunges her fist into my stomach and its as if all the oxygen in my body rushed out. I roll on the floor, my mouth agape in pain. I can't breath. I start to hyperventilate panicking from my lack of air.

Mckenzie and her friends strut away leaving me on the cold floor writhing in pain. I felt a warm liquid fall from my mouth as I start to get my breath back. My mouth floods with the taste of metallic blood and I go into a coughing fit.

Once I return to normal I wipe away the blood from my cheek onto my black sleeve. The tears I had been holding back spilled over my eyelids. I put my head into my locker and cried. I don't care how many people walked by or how many saw me. It was just to natural for me not to cry in a situation like this.

I quickly gathered my books and hurried to class. I made it into the room just in time for the bell. As I started to walk back to my seat I noticed a guy sitting there. One I recognized, him being in my class, but I couldn't remember his name. The only seat available was the one in the same row as Mckenzie's. I clutched my book tightly to my chest and rushed to sit down in the seat.