It's been weeks since I've been bullied. Luke actually makes everything better...but lately all we have done is argue about petty little things.
Curently, we are I science, I can feels Luke's piercing blue eyes stearing at me as I sit next to Michael.
Ten minutes into the lesson and , Cecilia,my verbal bully, stalks over to Luke. I can hear is deep Australian accent over the top of everyone's vocie. They we're both begin flirtatious with each other. How could he flirt with someone who brings so much pain in my life?
I can feel my body heating up with every little noise she makes. I slam my pen down,grab my bag and storms out the class room.
I get halfway down the corridor when I can hear the door open...I can hear a deep thick Australian accent shout me name. I carry on walks but at a slower pace. The pitta patta of is light jog echoes in the empty hallway.
"What happened in there?" the vocie asks slipping his arm around my waist.
" I wasn't staying in the same room as you and Cecilia while you was flirting....how could you even do that knowing how much pain she caused me and still does?!" I ask slightly raising my vocie sliding out of his grip and walks towards the bathroom.
Once I get there I lock myself in the stall...my cheeks dripping wet from crying. I stear at my bag debating weather to cut or not to.
After a good ten minutes of stearing I grab my bag and dig to the bottom looking for my blade. I grab it and place it in my lap as I roll my sleeve up. I take the blade and press and swipe it accross my wrist making a deep incision. Blood drips off my arm to the floor forming a small red puddle. After a few minutes the bleeding stops and I clean up the blood. I walk out the stall and looks in the mirror to reveal red puffy eye with black streeks down my check from all the crying.
I clean myself up applying concealer,foundation, winged eyeliner and mascara. I put my hair in a messy ponytail. I walk out the bathroom adjusting my clothes.
The bell chimes telling us it's time for math. I put a smile on and enter the classroom. Luke's eyes meet mine as I scan the room. I quickly look away and sit next to Anastasia. She has red hair, deep blue eyes,dimples and a lip piercing.
Around twenty minutes into lesson I cam feel her looking at my cuts that peek out the sleeve of my shirt as I write.
"Hey guys! Little Arial over her selfharms!" she yells. The whole class laugh and give me mucky looks.
"Before you judge me make sure your fucking perfect!" I yell over all the vocie which are slagging me off.
