If Love Was A Game| A ReversED Kevedd Story

The scars are deeper than they seem

Kevin's POV

"Blood" I thought. A thousand punches flew by. At least that's what it felt like. Edd shouted out things, incomprehensible things. I couldn't hear, due to the pain in my ears. I could barely make out Edd due to my broke glasses.

When he stopped, a few teachers caught him, he ran. As a few teachers chased after him, I limped over to the boys bathroom. As I entered, I looked at my cuts and bruises.

A bloody lip, a bloody nose, black eyes, and "ouch" everywhere. As I cleaned up, I noticed that I was crying. It could've been from the pain. I shifted that thought aside.

As I left the bathroom, a few teachers stared at me from afar. After I left the school, I checked the time.

4:56

Dang it! I was supposed to be home by 4:30! I ran down the street, as I turned the corner, I noticed that there was a moving truck in my neighbors yard.

As I past the Moving Truck, I walked into my house. Slipping past my parents, I walked into my bathroom. Putting bandages on my cuts were the worst.

As I walked into my room, I thought one question." Why does this always happen to me? The "Nerd"?" I walked up to my dresser and pulled out my blade.

And I started cutting. Deeper the blade went into my skin. I had enough courage to write "hate" into my wrist.

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