Fading Scars.

Chapter 1

Alyson's  P.O.V

"Wake up Aly. It's time for school." Dad whispered. I didn't want to go to school this morning. Like every morning actually. But it was part of life, right? Next year I'd graduate and finally be over with school. ''Come on Aly, your breakfast is downstairs.'' Daddy said, this time a little bit louder. I got out of bed and made my way in the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn't believe that the girl standing in front of me, was actually me. It was horrible. I was horrible. I was ugly and fat. I didn't have the perfect body like every girls in my school. I had a body full of scars because I cut, obviously. What else would have put scars on my thighs. I've been cutting since I was 14. I couldn't care less what others thought about me to be honset. It was my life, my body and no one could stop me. No one.

I got out of the bathroom and went downstairs for my breakfast. I hated food. It was only making me fat. I was already fat and I didn't need more. ''I'm not hungry Dad. I'll skip breakfast this morning.'' I simply said, hoping he would just go with it. ''You didn't eat dinner last night too. Are you okay?'' he asked getting worried. Of course he would get worried, that was Dad. Always worried about me. That was why I stopped telling him how I felt. He beat himself up because of me, and I didn't want that anymore. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine. I'm just not hungry. I ate a lot in school for lunch yesterday.'' I lied. "Okay then.'' he smiled, finally letting it go.

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I was now in hell. I just arrived and I got called 'attention whore' and got pushed in the lockers. I've been in this building for five minutes or so. Could you imagine the rest of the day? Everyday was like that. Bullying. The reason why teenagers killed themselves was because of stupid people calling them names they weren't. If that made sense. Anyway, they shouldn't. School was the better place to bully someone. And people who actually spent their day picking on others really needed a life. Bullying someone until they leave our world was intense, but still they were proud of it. Well, I should probably stop talking and get ready for first period, which was Math. I loved math actually. Another reason why poeple hated me. I was a good student. Lame, right?

I was the first one in class, as always. I sat at my place and waited for the second bell to ring, which would mean that the lesson was about to start. I watched the people sat at their daily places and I saw someone who wasn't in my class usually. He looked really shy and didn't know where to sit. It was like that for every new student. My math class was organized pretty strangly. The jocks were on the right side of the room and the nerds were in the front row, obviously. The cheerleaders were close to their boyfriends, so in the middle right besides the jocks. People who I didn't even the name were usually in the back, never talking, but getting good grades in a way. Not the grades I would like to get, but still.

The new guy looked lost to be honset. When he saw an empty desk besides mine, he started walking over it. He looked at me and smiled a little. "Can I sit here.. ?" he asked, he was really shy. I've never seen someone this shy in my life. "Ye-yeah, no problem." I said, realising that he was the only one who talked to me since the whole depression thing. ''Thanks.'' he said smiling, again. "I'm Josh.'' he gave me his hand to shake it. I took it and something caught my eyes. There was scars and cuts on his wrist. Just like mine. He must had seen that I was staring because he cleared his throat. I looked back in his eyes, which were beautiful by the way.

"I'm Alyson." I said, a little shy. I never got the chance to make friends, I didn't want to anyway. Rachel truly hurt me, and I was done making someone happy, just to be crush again.

 "Everybody take a sit, we're about to start.'' the teacher said. I let go of his hand and tried to listen of what the teacher was explaining, but of course I wasn't able to. I was still thinking about his scars. I always felt bad when I saw someone hurting themselves. They were in so much pain, yet they didn't even have the help they deserve. How can a beautiful guy like that could do this to himself? It was literally impossible. But, I didn't know what was going on in his life. Maybe something bad happened. Obvisouly something bad happened Alyson, he was cutting himself, you idiot.