~;Marcel's POV;~
Distraught struck my body, causing jolts of pain to run through my blood-stream, my brain couldn't register what I was doing, until I made the first slash. The pain rolled out of the wound, along with my blood, and tears. Red stained the bathroom tiles, but that wasn't enough, my hand re-agusted my grip onto the tool. Another slash decorated my wrist in a ugly fashion, more pain fell from my wrist, either landing on my joggers or the tiles. Faintly, from downstairs, I could hear a lock un-clicking, and the door opening.
"Harry, I'm home" Gemma called, my hand, straight away flew to the bathroom door-handle, locking it. Laboured breaths fell from my lips, filling the room, feet shuffled up the stairs.
"Gemma, I'm just jumping in the shower" I rushed out, flipping on the shower button, rinsing my wrist in-case she walked in.
"Okay" She replied in a mellow tone, entering her room, and closing the door behind her.
A sigh of relief left my lips, as I got into the shower, hot water pummeled my body. I usually feel as if the water hates me, when I have showers, as if the water's beating me up; like everyone else does. I rested my head back against the shower wall, letting the water soak my hair, afterwards applying shampoo then washing that out.
My towel draped carelessly over my lower-half, my V line's slightly exposed, only Gemma was in the house, so I diddn't mind.
I slipped on my boxers, and decided I would have a nap, my head rested on the pillow; my eyes closed lightly.
I walked out of school as quick as a flash, pushing my glasses -in which I only needed for school- up the bridge of my nose, and held my books closer. People snickered as I walked by, nothing different from what usually happens.
"Hey, Marcel" My brothers croaky voice boomed from down the hall, he'd always pick on me at school, and at home;their really was no escape to him.
"Y-yes, Harry?" I asked, my breath hitching in my throat, he smirked, and waltzed over.
"How about we take this outside, unless you'd rather be humiliated?" He asked, gesturing to the people around the crowded hallways, I subtly nodded and followed them to the destination they would attack me today.
"My homework?" Harry asked, as soon as we got there, I trembled.
"I-I left it at home" I replied, shaking violently, I'm walking on thin ice.
"What!" Harry shouted, striding to me, punching me straight up the jaw, "You knew I have to hand it in today, your trying to get me in trouble"
"I-im not I p-promi-" I was interrupted by being shoved hard, I fell to the ground, all Harry's friends laughed, except one; A red-haired, short boy with a prominent jaw-line.
Harry raised his foot and shoved it into my ribcage, repeatedly, until my rib felt like it was going to explode. A fist flew into my face, one after another, my nose was defiantly busted. He lifted me up by my collar and pushed me into the school wall, punching me in the stomach, he held me there and brought his face closer to mine.
"If you ever, forget or disobey me again, something will be done about it" He stood back, and pulled a pocket knife from his pocket, and flicked it up.
"Harry, maybe we should just leave him, both of his eyes are black and his nose is bust, don't spill anymore blood today" The red-haired boy stepped in, Harry turned to him and pushed him really hard.
"Pussy" He mumbled as he walked past him, Harry and a tanned looking boy carried on walking. Red-head scrambled to his feet, pulling a look and running off after Harry.
"Marcel!" Gemma shouted, waking me up from the nightmare that had happened at school that day. You'd think Harry and Edward would be nice, because there my brothers.
That is not going to happen.
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A/N - Well who-ever reads this, I hope you liked it, I know its a bit cringy and common, its a bit crap really but I tried, I cant really start off stories really well, the first chapter, I always find really hard, sorry if you diddn't like it
-Casey<3
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