~Nine~
After Joanna left, I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts, and with me, that's never a good sign.
My thoughts contained some of Joanna and some of Amie. To say the least, my brain was at war.
I wanted to be popular, and if that took me being with Joanna I would do it... but I also wanted Amie. She wouldn't go for me like this I know it. No matter what she says I know that she hates me. Everyone hates me. No one bothers to like me.
The awful thing about this is that she gets bullied about hanging out with me. I know it bothers her, but she wont admit it. I don't want her hurting because of me, so if it meant me leaving her so she would stop, I'll do it. No matter how much it's going to hurt me.
"Marcel!" Harry's voice yelled from downstairs. I heard his footsteps come from the stairs. " How'd things go today Marce- What's wrong?!" He was at my side in less than a second. Harry always knew when something was wrong with me, twin telepathy I presume.
"We ran into Amie at the mall today..." My voice sounded weaker than before. "You should have seen her face! She looked so distraught! I should have told her but now she wont answer my phone calls or text me back!" I felt a migraine coming. My throat hurt and now my vision began to blur.
"She came to the flat this morning, asking for you. I told her that you were busy and she went anyways." He shrugged it off. "She said she had something important to tell you. Did she end up telling you what it was?"
"No. Did she tell you?"
"No but she looked pretty beat up about it." I rest my head back on the pillow. "Hey Marcel?"
"Hmm?" I was so close to unconsciousness.
"Why all of a sudden the change? I mean don't get me wrong I think it's great you want to step it up, but why? Amie said she liked you just the way you are, and none of us care about your appearance. We just care if you're comfortable with yourself. You know the rest of the boys and I always have your back." He seemed truly concerned.
I don't know if I should tell him. I don't want him feeling any more sorry for me.. Harry's your brother, he wont judge you. He just said he wants you to be comfortable, just trust him. I gave up talking to myself.
"No one likes me." I let my eyes close to prevent the tears from falling.
"Marcel you know that's not true." He wiped away some of my tears. He's always been like this. So gentle with me. I loved that he cared but I was done with him keeping me safe. It was my turn to man up.
"Yes it is Harry!" I finally snapped. "No one wants to get to know me. No one wants to be my friend. They make jokes, bully me, do anything to humiliate me, and frankly, I'm done with it. Harry your practically the golden child. The looks. the personality, the brains, the athlete. Your the guy people want to be, girls want to date, and a student teacher's always want. Me on the other hand... Well sure teachers love me but that's about it. I hate my life! I hate everything about it!" I got up and walked to the window.
"Marcel I-I didn't know that it was that bad. I'm going to go to the office Monday morning and tell the dean. I swear Mar I want this to stop. I don't want you to get-"
"Hurt?" I faced him. "It's to late Harry." I looked down and smuggled a humorless laugh. "You know I get picked on more because they think I cant defend myself and my brother and his best mates do it for me."
"Mar-"
"Do you know how hard it is! To know that everyone hates you and wants you dead! Do you know I've tried to end my life!" His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "I hate it Harry! I just hate it.. To know that everyone loves you and I'm here in the corner. It's always Harry this or Harry that... and where do I fit in, in all of this." Tears fell down my face.
"Marcel I-I didn't know you felt like that. I'm so sorry. Marcel you said that you tried to kill yourself? W-why?" Tears were falling down his face to. He stifled a sob as he wrapped his arms around me. "Mar I swear if you're ever going through this again talk to me, mum, Gemma, dad or Amie. We will always be there for you don't you ever forget that understand?" I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded.
My head rested on his shoulder, and soon enough I felt everything leave me at once. Finally, sleep was making its way as my savior.
"Always Marcel. Always."
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