Story of a Victim [COMPLETED]

Part 6: 7th Grade

Sabrina's POV

I got up at 6:30 this morning. I had a shower and I got dressed a bit fancier them I normally do (in media) and did a small French braid going down the side of my head. I went downstairs and ate some Cheerios. My dads not back from rehab with his social worker yet. What a surprise.

I brushed my teeth in the bathroom sink, packed my bag, and went out the door.

Jacob has always walked behind me. He has never walked with me or beaten me by himself, I don't think he has enough confidence to do it himself. Today though, he was with his friends.

I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and I saw Jacob and his hand coming towards my face. As I saw his hand, I ducked and it missed me. I ran to school. Smooth move Sabrina.

When I got there, I got my schedule and locker combination at the office.
I got to my locker. It was beside Jacob's and some person that I don't talk to, though I don't really talk to anyone unless I'm forced to. I groan and shove my things into my locker, I rush into first hour, which is English.

I walked into the room just as the bell rang. I sighed in relief. A few people eyed me as I walked in, but I ignored them and went to sit in the back. Gabi and her posse came in and sat in the front, and I don't think they noticed me. Thank god.

Everyone else came in. There was still a seat beside me that was empty. Jacob came in about 5 minutes late into the lesson.

"Jacob, your late," the teacher scolded him.

"I'm sorry, I slept in," he apologized.

"No excuse, detention from 3-5 for the rest of the week," the teacher said.
I suddenly stood up, letting my mind take over.

"Jacob was 5 minutes late. He doesn't deserve detention for the next week!" I say to the teacher, then cover my mouth, realizing what I just said was going to get me in trouble.

Everyone in the class looked shocked for what I just said, especially Jacob, since he bullies me. Even I'm dumbfounded by my own actions.

"Ms. Collins, you may also join Jacob in detention!" She yelled. I nodded my head yes and sat down. Since the only seat open was next to me, that was where Jacob had to sit.

Why did I do that? I normally don't give a flying frick what Jacob does, but for some reason I couldn't control it in those 10 seconds. It's only the first day of school, and I'm already loosing it.

Everyone had finished their assignments that we were given, so we had free time. Everyone was talking and playing games, and since I had no friends no matter how hard I tried to make them, I didn't play any games. Since I love to sing, play guitar, play piano, and write songs, I decided to work on a song.

I looked at Jacob who was flirting with girls even though he has a girlfriend, and noticed his left eye was swollen. I don't remember it being like that this morning. He saw me looking at him, so I looked away.

I see his figure start to come over to me, and palms start to sweat. I try to ignore it, and write down a few more lyrics to my song.

Is it so bad that all I want is love?
Something that would heal my heart, even just a hug instead of scars, cuts and tears inside and out.
And getting through the day without having any doubts.

"Why were you looking at me?" I hear his voice say in a cold tone. I look up.

"I wasn't," I quickly reply.

"Yes, you were," he replies, anger started to boil in his face.

"No, I wasn't."

"Why were you looking at me?" He says, grabbing my wrist. I had scars a few scars and cuts that were starting to heal on it, and a burning sensation went up my arms from the pressure of his hands.

"Ow!" I yell.

"Shut up! What did I do?" He whispers, referring to why I had just yelled. I had bracelets covering my scars, and he moved them out of their place. I didn't try to stop him. I didn't care at this point.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he whispers, squeezing my wrist even harder. I try to hold my whimper in. God, he's such a jerk.

"That's what you get for looking at my black eye," he growls. How did he know that's what I was looking at?

"How did you know?" I ask. He stays silent.

"How did it happen?" I ask, actually feel a bit of sympathy towards him. He squeezes my wrist again. And there's goes of the fricks I give out the door.

"Stop asking questions!" He says squeezing my wrist harder each word. I feel my eyes starting to become glossy from the pain, and I break out of his grip and walk straight out the classroom door into the bathroom.

Jacob's POV

When she runs to the bathroom, I look at her song. It's so sad, but it's written so amazingly. I hate how I make her feel so bad about herself. I'm such a coward

(Skip the rest of school)

Sabrina's POV

As I'm walking home, I realize I haven't gotten hit today, and a feeling of happiness comes over me.

Then I look back, and Jacob's gang is there. Damn it, I thought too soon. I sprint as fast as I can towards my house, but just with my luck, they catch me.

Needless to say, I was an absolute mess afterwards.

I slowly drag myself home and get to my room. I just lay on my bed crying.
I look over to Jacob's window to see Jacob and his gang pointing and laughing at me. Except Jacob has sadness in his eyes. I mentally roll my eyes.

I get out of my bed and I go into the shower. I get dressed in comfy pyjamas and put my hair in a messy bun. I go downstairs and get cookie dough ice cream and chocolate fudge ice cream. Two containers of different types of ice cream. I'm in heaven!

I go on my phone onto my Facebook page and see all the horrible things people posted on my page.

As I am, I see a post on my page that says:

Conner Hopes
Stop being mean to Sabrina! She is just as equal as you all are! Your just jealous of her, so back off!

A smile appears across my face. I decide to message him. Though I have no idea who he is, I'll do it anyways. I have nothing to loose. 

Sabrina: Hi Conner, I just wanted to say thank you for standing up for me on my Facebook page. It means a lot.

About 10 minutes later, I see he replies.

Conner: No problem! Do you think we could talk back and forth? I would like to get to know you better.

Sabrina: Sure! Tell me something about you!

Conner: What do you want to know?

Sabrina: Anything

Conner: well I live in Washington DC, my middle name is Joseph, and I love to dance. Now it's your turn

Sabrina: well, I live in Virgina, I love to sing and write songs, and I play the piano and guitar

Conner: cool! Well I have to go

Sabrina: okay, cool. TTYL

Conner: TTYL

Oh my gosh. I don't want to jinx myself, but I think I finally found a source of happiness.