The Tree [On hold]

One

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When I was sixteen, I got a boyfriend. He wasn't like the other two. The first one was kind, and basically the dream boyfriend. I think you get the picture. The second one was always getting mad at other people for no reason. He was a prick. Then came boyfriend number three.

Everybody loved him. My parents thought he was the nicest boy they had ever met besides me. My friends thought he was the coolest person at our school. No. He was none of those things. When people weren't around, he hit me, called me names, and tried to make me feel like shit.

After all that shit was over, he always pulled me in a hug saying: "Jack, I'm sorry." I knew he never meant it, but I had the thought that he did mean it. Every time he abused me, I basically pleated him into hurting me more. I was a mess, and I still am.

When we first started dating, he was so kind! He was funny, polite, had manners, but that was just all a plan to make me trust him. It happened like that for about two months. After that, he turned into an abusive, unpredictable, careless bastard.

As expected, my life turned to shit after he started doing that crap to me. I told my mom about it, but she just thought I was joking around. I tried to commit suicide several times as well. I tried hanging myself, but every time I tried, my family was there to help. That's why I am in the forest now. Nobody will be allowed to save me this time.

I know you're probably thinking, "Why can't you do it if you're at home and nobody is there?" Well, I don't want my family to see me like that. I don't really think they will notice that I'm gone anyway. Everybody will just suspect that I got killed by somebody else if they ever do find my body at some point..

I walk to a huge tree and look at the rope in my hand. "I'm actually going to do this.. It's the only way I can escape from this hell.." I say before I feel a tear go down my cheek. "E- excuse me..?" A voice from behind me said. I jumped back and looked behind me. There was a boy about around eighteen or nineteen years old standing there.

I saw him look at the rope in my hands, and he walked closer to me. "What are you doing with this rope..?" He asked. "None of your business." "S- sorry.." We stand in silence for a few moments before I turn to the tree again to see an old worn-out noose. "Please don't do what I think you're about to do."

"So what if I do? You wouldn't care. You don't even know my name." I say with my back still turned to him. "I'm Mark. You know my name now. So what's yours?" "Well considering I won't be alive for very long, I guess I will tell you.. It's Séan, but I go by Jack." I say as I walk closer to the tree. I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I pull away. "Jack please don't do this. You have things to live for." Mark said.

"Yeah, the only thing I am good for, is to be a punching bag." "What do you mean?" I turn around, drop the rope, grab at Mark's shirt collar, and pull him towards me. "I get abused! I get treated like shit! Nobody loves me! I have no fucking friends! I try to get help, but everyone thinks I'm joking! I'm alone..!" I say as I let go of Mark. I back up to the tree, and let my body fall to the ground. I tremble as I put my face in my hands and begin to cry.

I feel the warmth of Mark pulling me into a hug. "It's going to be okay." He says as I bury my face in his chest. "Are you sure..?" I manage to ask him through all of my crying. "Positive." He says as he squeezes me.

"I know it seems good to do this, but it's not. I've been through the same as you." "You have?" "Yes. I tried to kill myself many times before. I cut because I got bullied. One day it went too far, and I made a suicide attempt." "What happened that made you want to do that?" I asked.

"I got called a faggot, I was cyber bullied by several people at once, everybody hated me, and they still do. The thing is, is that I don't give a shit on what they think of me." "I can't help what happens to me. I just take it, even though that's not always the best thing to do sometimes." Mark held my hand tightly, and pulled my face up to his. "Don't take it. Fight back!" "I- I can't. I'm not strong enough. Mentally or physically." "If you can take all that shit from whoever is doing this to you, you're pretty fucking strong to me."

"I don't want this! I can't do this! I can't face him again!" I yell as I stand up and grab the rope from the ground. "Stop!" Mark said as he stood up and threw the rope out of my hand. "Let me do this!" I say as I slap him across the face. "O- oh my god. I- I'm so sorry.." Mark just smiled at me. "W- why the fuck are you smiling!? I just slapped somebody that I hardly know!" "Do that to him. Fight back to.. Whoever did that stuff to you." "Yeah, okay whatever. Are you okay though..?" He nodded.

"I'm turning into him.." I say as I feel tears starting to come. "Don't say that. You're nothing like him." Mark said. "You don't even know who he is." "Yeah, but does that matter? Whoever they are, they suck." "It's my boyfriend.. I can't brake up with him though." "Why not?" "Because..! W- who knows what he might do to me! I deserve to get abused because I'm worthless!" I feel a tear go down my cheek followed by several others streaming down my face.

"You are not worthless and I can be there if it will make you feel any better." Mark said. "I honestly hope you're kidding. This is my business, and not yours." I say in an annoyed tone. "I just want to help." I look over at him. His face is filled with worry. "Fine.. What do we do?"

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Word count: 1,105
Author's note-
Hey, so I stared another book. I will try my hardest to focus on this ONE book and not the other 3 or however many there are now. I am sorry if this story will trigger anything for you. I myself have not been through abuse, and I feel bad writing about it when I don't know much. I may or may not continue this book if you think it's good or not.

Honestly, I do hope you enjoy the book though. It took me 2 hours to make the cover, and even longer to think of the storyline, as suspected. Please don't hate me if I continue this. This is my first book that I am debating whether or not to keep writing because of the content. Have a good rest of your day.

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